"Mmm." He doesn't bother to hide the fakeness of his smile. His eyes are cold, narrowing.
Were he a different man, were they a different set of pearls he's wearing, he'd be inclined to agree with her. She's a very attractive woman, and she knows it, and they are a lovely set of pearls. But they were his mother's, and that means they're off-limits.
Not that there's anything much he can do about it. Not here. Not now. Not unless she's foolish enough to step close to him so he can make a physical move.
He raises one eyebrow at her. This time, the curve of his smile is thin, but ... perhaps more genuine, a hint of real amusement in it.
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Were he a different man, were they a different set of pearls he's wearing, he'd be inclined to agree with her. She's a very attractive woman, and she knows it, and they are a lovely set of pearls. But they were his mother's, and that means they're off-limits.
Not that there's anything much he can do about it. Not here. Not now. Not unless she's foolish enough to step close to him so he can make a physical move.
He raises one eyebrow at her. This time, the curve of his smile is thin, but ... perhaps more genuine, a hint of real amusement in it.
"And you think you have the answers."