[Cesare lets out a low laugh and moves towards his desk, pouring two glasses of wine from a decanter with his spare hand. He places one of the glasses firmly in her palm as he slides his grip neatly down her elbow so that she can drink without him feeding the wine to her. Such an intimate act can be saved for another time, he is sure.]
Are my thoughts worthy of your curiosity or are you more interested moving on to another's?
[He takes his own glass and raises it slightly, giving Lauren a small nod, his gaze on her steady.]
no subject
Are my thoughts worthy of your curiosity or are you more interested moving on to another's?
[He takes his own glass and raises it slightly, giving Lauren a small nod, his gaze on her steady.]
To curiosity.