[ The way he's looking at her isn't even a little bit hidden; he wants her as she wants him. Why then, all this... maidenly blushing? (The druskelle are a sacred order; a sacred, celibate order made up of men, Matthias has joined them since he was very young, he's probably not -- but it's not like it's hard.) She's patient; he's given her the affirmation she needs and she doesn't want to push him, but there is still much of their relationship that is undefined, even with this present, even with how he is holding her with both arms, staring at her lips.
Nina would like, very much, to define it.
She could banter, she could say thank you and make this something it isn't, make it an excuse. She doesn't. What Nina does is finally drop her gaze from his eyes to his lips, tilt her head very slightly to the side, and lean about 75 percent of the way in, as she had done once before, and his stomach had interrupted. ]
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Nina would like, very much, to define it.
She could banter, she could say thank you and make this something it isn't, make it an excuse. She doesn't. What Nina does is finally drop her gaze from his eyes to his lips, tilt her head very slightly to the side, and lean about 75 percent of the way in, as she had done once before, and his stomach had interrupted. ]