She's determined to make him smile at least once tonight. A real smile. And that slight shift lights up her face even more.
"No take-backs," she says insistently, as if this is an entirely reasonable and adult response. "And I can be a princess, artist, and a spymistress. God knows I've got the time on my hands." She takes a drink that ends in a hiccup, rocking back against the rock. "I don't like what's going on, Byerly, and I especially don't like not knowing half of it. It's...I can just feel it. And Count Piotr -- "
She waves with a limp hand. "He's a soldier. He doesn't deal in finesse outside of the battlefield. Hmm, yes. The more I think about it..." She taps her lower lip thoughtfully. "He's right in the middle of it. Not the most receptive ear, no. But someone needs to be paying attention. So -- yes, actually. I want you to spy for me." She holds out the bottle. "Will you take the job?"
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"No take-backs," she says insistently, as if this is an entirely reasonable and adult response. "And I can be a princess, artist, and a spymistress. God knows I've got the time on my hands." She takes a drink that ends in a hiccup, rocking back against the rock. "I don't like what's going on, Byerly, and I especially don't like not knowing half of it. It's...I can just feel it. And Count Piotr -- "
She waves with a limp hand. "He's a soldier. He doesn't deal in finesse outside of the battlefield. Hmm, yes. The more I think about it..." She taps her lower lip thoughtfully. "He's right in the middle of it. Not the most receptive ear, no. But someone needs to be paying attention. So -- yes, actually. I want you to spy for me." She holds out the bottle. "Will you take the job?"