He has no idea how it'll make her feel, but when he sees her from inside the door opening it makes him feel... better, somehow. It creates a distance between the woman he whispered sweet nothings to and the woman he met here. He wasn't sure why she carried that staff everywhere, but he understands now.
She's graceful in a way he's never seen anyone be. It's strength and knowledge and control over her body as well as the weapon in her hand. There's danger in there, and that puts more distance between the two.
But it does make him feel strangely attracted to her- like he wants to understand her, get to know who she is and where she learned how to do that. It's danger that calls to him, and that's been proven over and over.
He makes sure the door closes with a bang, so that she knows he's arrived. He's smoking again, a fresh cigarette between his fingers as he approaches her.
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She's graceful in a way he's never seen anyone be. It's strength and knowledge and control over her body as well as the weapon in her hand. There's danger in there, and that puts more distance between the two.
But it does make him feel strangely attracted to her- like he wants to understand her, get to know who she is and where she learned how to do that. It's danger that calls to him, and that's been proven over and over.
He makes sure the door closes with a bang, so that she knows he's arrived. He's smoking again, a fresh cigarette between his fingers as he approaches her.