Dark eyes lift from a fascinating passage about a philosophical quandary to find Ned quite awake. He goes on to mention 'the whole sex thing' and one of Kiara's thin brows arches. She sets the book down absently and studies the man as if he were a curious discovery she was attempting to identify. There's nothing particularly aggressive in the pagan's focus but it can be intensive; presently, it also appears to carry a hint of surprise.
A plume of amusement drips in to her voice, like ink to a glass of water.
"My ... intentions." She repeats, (questions?), turning the words over slowly as if their meaning were foreign to her. He wants to know if she's a threat and there's a moment where Kiara's fingers, which had been stroking through William's hair as if he were an overgrown cat snoozing on her lap pause and she tilts her head to one side.
Somewhere above them, Andrés is repeatedly hammering on Margot's door. "I'm not planning to kill or otherwise maim your Mentor. If I had inclinations to, believe me, you'd have known about them by now." There's a smile that settles across the brunette's mouth that is not quite comforting, but doesn't seem malicious, either. Merely: ambiguous. An apt description for the Verbena, herself.
"As for the rest, ask me." She twists a lock of Will's hair around a finger. "I might answer. I might not."
A plume of amusement drips in to her voice, like ink to a glass of water.
"My ... intentions." She repeats, (questions?), turning the words over slowly as if their meaning were foreign to her. He wants to know if she's a threat and there's a moment where Kiara's fingers, which had been stroking through William's hair as if he were an overgrown cat snoozing on her lap pause and she tilts her head to one side.
Somewhere above them, Andrés is repeatedly hammering on Margot's door. "I'm not planning to kill or otherwise maim your Mentor. If I had inclinations to, believe me, you'd have known about them by now." There's a smile that settles across the brunette's mouth that is not quite comforting, but doesn't seem malicious, either. Merely: ambiguous. An apt description for the Verbena, herself.
"As for the rest, ask me." She twists a lock of Will's hair around a finger. "I might answer. I might not."