Well— [ It is a sweet, almost melodic thing, the drawl of the word as Sion plays at theatrics, making a show of considering all options presented, each perhaps more tantalizing than the last (and all three certainly a testament to the prowess of his hostess!). ]
As you have so expertly already plied me with tea— [ Tea, which remains yet in his hands, the mug still very much within his grasp as he savors the nose of the blend, fragrant and rife with the memory of late spring. ] —I fear that cake, delicious though I imagine it is, will infringe upon the taste.
[ Hmm, hmmm...! From over the edge of his mug, Sion's golden eyes catch with Lapis' own, holding them fast as they dip into a deeper curve; a truer smile. ]
What's more, as you have already confessed to me that you took to the stage earlier on in the night, I could not ask you to take on the role of songstress for a second time.
[ But ah? Where does that leave them, then? Out of options...? No, Sion would certainly hope not. ]
Perhaps I might offer you my aid, instead? What do you think?
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As you have so expertly already plied me with tea— [ Tea, which remains yet in his hands, the mug still very much within his grasp as he savors the nose of the blend, fragrant and rife with the memory of late spring. ] —I fear that cake, delicious though I imagine it is, will infringe upon the taste.
[ Hmm, hmmm...! From over the edge of his mug, Sion's golden eyes catch with Lapis' own, holding them fast as they dip into a deeper curve; a truer smile. ]
What's more, as you have already confessed to me that you took to the stage earlier on in the night, I could not ask you to take on the role of songstress for a second time.
[ But ah? Where does that leave them, then? Out of options...? No, Sion would certainly hope not. ]
Perhaps I might offer you my aid, instead? What do you think?
[ !! What a mysterious turn of events??? ]