Conceited
| [member="Enigma"] | [member="Ludolf Vaas"] |
"No, Cipher 18." Ayra dropped out of her trance, gesturing to Pandeima one moment, before walking up to the Imperial agent that had so far served them explicitly well. She raised a hand and cupped Luldolf's face with one, before grabbing the other side and lifting his gaze to her. "We will remain here. Such a menial, and yet important task, belongs to you. You have served us well thus far Cipher 18, do not ruin it with... overvaluing your position."
She kissed him on the forehead and released him, before walking to Pandeima's side. "No," she whispered, tipping toeing to whisper into Pandeima's ear; her hot breath engulfing it. "I just found the lights pretty."
"No, Cipher 18." Ayra dropped out of her trance, gesturing to Pandeima one moment, before walking up to the Imperial agent that had so far served them explicitly well. She raised a hand and cupped Luldolf's face with one, before grabbing the other side and lifting his gaze to her. "We will remain here. Such a menial, and yet important task, belongs to you. You have served us well thus far Cipher 18, do not ruin it with... overvaluing your position."
She kissed him on the forehead and released him, before walking to Pandeima's side. "No," she whispered, tipping toeing to whisper into Pandeima's ear; her hot breath engulfing it. "I just found the lights pretty."