[Her breath doesn't quite catch, but her heart does leap into her throat as he leans in. Orpheus hasn't been part of her soul for a long time, but there's still an echo of her, more imagined than anything else that almost seems to connect for just the briefest of moments. Her expression slowly fades to something more neutral, less affected, as she keeps her eyes on his.]
I'd like you to answer anyway. [She tilts her head up, closer to his, and then lets her eyes slide toward the stairs with the motion.] Upstairs?
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I'd like you to answer anyway. [She tilts her head up, closer to his, and then lets her eyes slide toward the stairs with the motion.] Upstairs?
[Away from prying eyes and ears.]