"And... I don't know. Stay ridiculous. It's charming." Maybe she shouldn't tell him that anything he does is charming, but she's feeling inclined to favor him after he comforted her. For all she knows, this could just be another mask that he wears, but as the former diva of the Mittelfrank, Dorothea thinks she has a pretty firm grasp on when someone is bullshitting her or not. Maybe he doesn't deserve to be praised just for being sincere for once, but she doesn't care.
From the inside of her open door, Dorothea nods her head.
"I'm sure, Sylvain. I'd rather a scandalous rumor about the two of us than about the other thing I learned today. Besides, people will think what they want anyway. Come on, sit down. It's fine."
Once he's inside, Dorothea closes the door and takes her hat off, setting it on the nightstand by her bed and sitting at her desk in front of a gold-rimmed mirror. If he takes a moment to look around, he'll see that her room is immaculately clean, everything organized and in its place. Fresh flowers in a tall vase sit on the shelves by the window, filling the room with a pleasant fragrance.
"Sorry I don't have another chair. You can sit on the bed." He's already inside so where he sits or doesn't hardly matters. She produces a little cosmetics kit from her drawer and begins to clean her face, glancing occasionally at Sylvain in the mirror.
"So... thanks again for today. You won't tell anyone, will you? If people found out it would be just one more thing they would want from me and I don't think I could handle that."
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From the inside of her open door, Dorothea nods her head.
"I'm sure, Sylvain. I'd rather a scandalous rumor about the two of us than about the other thing I learned today. Besides, people will think what they want anyway. Come on, sit down. It's fine."
Once he's inside, Dorothea closes the door and takes her hat off, setting it on the nightstand by her bed and sitting at her desk in front of a gold-rimmed mirror. If he takes a moment to look around, he'll see that her room is immaculately clean, everything organized and in its place. Fresh flowers in a tall vase sit on the shelves by the window, filling the room with a pleasant fragrance.
"Sorry I don't have another chair. You can sit on the bed." He's already inside so where he sits or doesn't hardly matters. She produces a little cosmetics kit from her drawer and begins to clean her face, glancing occasionally at Sylvain in the mirror.
"So... thanks again for today. You won't tell anyone, will you? If people found out it would be just one more thing they would want from me and I don't think I could handle that."