[And she takes it all in, dissecting and inspecting him like she would any intended target. The light bulb goes off, a revelation that narrows her eye. She slips a hand casually into her bag, nudging past books and her copious notes to close on a slim flask tucked into an inside pocket.
Integra shrugs a shoulder, sidling a little closer, something suggestive in her voice.]
And what sort of "fun" are you looking for, Eyghon?
[It's about this time she drops the satchel to the carpet and slashes at him like she would a knife, except in this case Giles will be getting a face full of holy water from a silver flask.]
no subject
Integra shrugs a shoulder, sidling a little closer, something suggestive in her voice.]
And what sort of "fun" are you looking for, Eyghon?
[It's about this time she drops the satchel to the carpet and slashes at him like she would a knife, except in this case Giles will be getting a face full of holy water from a silver flask.]