It's not exactly something you want to admit to, is it? :D "Yes, I spent six months living in a watchers shower, in chains, because I got a chip... *coughs*... um... yes."
If she felt it, Dawn made no indication of it.
“Still think he’ll eat me?” she asked, giving her sister an impish smile.
The Slayer looked both amused and bemused, staring at Herbert as if she had never seen such a thing in her life. “Uh... no... not so much.”
“So...” From the other side of the table, between giggles, the witch inquired, “Not so much a fan of the ladies, huh?”
Trying to reclaim a little of his dignity, Herbert resumed his seat, folding his hands on the table and lifting his chin imperiously. “I prefer company of equals,” he said, in as serious a tone as he could manage.
“And you hang out with Spike?” the Slayer sounded genuinely incredulous.
The look Herbert directed at William was at once threat, promise and adoration. “I do,” he said, the fondness in his words unmistakeable. “I challenge you to say that we are not equally handsome and charming.”
“Insulting my hair colour aside...?” The Slayer looked between the two younger vampires, then focussed her attention pointedly at Herbert. Yeah, I guess you’ve both got the cheekbones...”
“Cheekbones? Is that all?”
Unnoticed by the group at the table, save perhaps Vittorio, Dawn lifted her hand to squeeze the fingers that still rested on her shoulders. “Taken care of,” she murmured, tilting her head against von Krolock’s jaw.
The small smile that touched his lips was palpable against her brow. “And it was admirably done,” he replied for her ears only.
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Date: 2006-03-20 10:32 am (UTC)If she felt it, Dawn made no indication of it.
“Still think he’ll eat me?” she asked, giving her sister an impish smile.
The Slayer looked both amused and bemused, staring at Herbert as if she had never seen such a thing in her life. “Uh... no... not so much.”
“So...” From the other side of the table, between giggles, the witch inquired, “Not so much a fan of the ladies, huh?”
Trying to reclaim a little of his dignity, Herbert resumed his seat, folding his hands on the table and lifting his chin imperiously. “I prefer company of equals,” he said, in as serious a tone as he could manage.
“And you hang out with Spike?” the Slayer sounded genuinely incredulous.
The look Herbert directed at William was at once threat, promise and adoration. “I do,” he said, the fondness in his words unmistakeable. “I challenge you to say that we are not equally handsome and charming.”
“Insulting my hair colour aside...?” The Slayer looked between the two younger vampires, then focussed her attention pointedly at Herbert. Yeah, I guess you’ve both got the cheekbones...”
“Cheekbones? Is that all?”
Unnoticed by the group at the table, save perhaps Vittorio, Dawn lifted her hand to squeeze the fingers that still rested on her shoulders. “Taken care of,” she murmured, tilting her head against von Krolock’s jaw.
The small smile that touched his lips was palpable against her brow. “And it was admirably done,” he replied for her ears only.