Oh, it’s been nothing. Merely some silly situations I’ve gotten myself into-[His eyes drift to the pale, slender hands on his shoulder.] Channeled, mm? Interesting. Must say I recognise the term from somewhere..
So, if I understand correctly; You’re forcing this dear, innocent girl to take your form.. ? [A similarly fake expression of anger washes over his face, until he purposely breaks it a moment later with a chuckle and a shark like grin that reaches up to his ears. There’s an obvious glint in his narrowed emerald eyes.]
Hoh ho! My interest only grows with you, Dahlia.
If you want to talk, get it off your chest, you know…you are always welcome to confide in me, dear.
For a moment, she fingers her knife as the angry expression appears on Gant’s face, but her guard doesn’t drop when he laughs it off as having merely pretended. They’re both treading on dangerous ground here, after all.
Yes, precisely.
Dahlia answers somewhat warily.
Oh!~ My, now, what makes you say that?
