[ worming her way into your heart, Vincent... like some kind of... heartworm...
but, as usual, she doesn't notice anything particularly off about his expression. He always tries to soldier through everything, and it seems like the cold is no exception to the rule. Ada purses her lips, looking a little concerned, and then -- ]
-- S-Sir Vincent! [ she squeaks. ] That's... Well...
[ her face turns even redder, but it's not like she can turn him down in good conscience... even if it's embarrassing. ]
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but, as usual, she doesn't notice anything particularly off about his expression. He always tries to soldier through everything, and it seems like the cold is no exception to the rule. Ada purses her lips, looking a little concerned, and then -- ]
-- S-Sir Vincent! [ she squeaks. ] That's... Well...
[ her face turns even redder, but it's not like she can turn him down in good conscience... even if it's embarrassing. ]