[ she'll find him looking at her with his usual smirk - the one that's clearly suspecting her of being up to some sort of mischief, but fondly resigned to dealing with it. This sort of mischief, at least, is much more welcome. He feels a shiver run down his spine at her touch; not fighting it, Zara leans into her hands with a slightly shaky sigh.
This is... a little dangerous. He lets his eyes close before they wander and tempt him more. ]
Is this because I'm a rabbit? [ he remarks, jokingly. ] If I were afraid of you, I would have run off long before this, my dear.
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This is... a little dangerous. He lets his eyes close before they wander and tempt him more. ]
Is this because I'm a rabbit? [ he remarks, jokingly. ] If I were afraid of you, I would have run off long before this, my dear.