Usually, [ Alistair admits, with cheek, and also with a deliberate scrunchy wrinkle of his nose that requires his mouth to do something similar to a smile. He doesn't actually need to be told twice—not this time, not this specific thing, he's very careful—and he turns to leave for real rather than force her to do so. ]
[Now that he seems to have accepted the outfit, Teren's anger has dissipated. But that doesn't mean he needs to know that.
She catches the smarm in his expression and rolls her eyes, waiting until he turns around to pick up her measuring tape and whip him once with it before he can get out of range.]
Arse. [There definitely isn't any affection in her tone, she has no idea what you're talking about. Get out.]
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She catches the smarm in his expression and rolls her eyes, waiting until he turns around to pick up her measuring tape and whip him once with it before he can get out of range.]
Arse. [There definitely isn't any affection in her tone, she has no idea what you're talking about. Get out.]