Her fingers touch something cool and small. The telltale sign of keys tucked into his back pocket. She doesn't go for them right this second, and instead she plays it her innocence a little more, trying to convince him that she is genuine when, in reality, she is rolling her eyes where he cannot see.]
Ah, I'm afraid that I might need some extra napkins to clean up.
[She runs her hand along the entire length of his wing, and she feels his body shudder against hers. Men really all are the same...]
Would you be a dear and fetch me some fresh ones from the kitchens? Little old me keeps getting lost.
[The heron clears his throat, his eyes shifting. "But my boss—"]
Oh, I am sure your boss wouldn't mind it if you helped a lady. Perhaps I will even reward you when you return?
[She tickles his wing again, making him jump with a loud, flustered squawk. Cid will see him start to walk away then, and Benedikta lets her hand slip back and away just as quickly and delicately.]
Thank you, my dear. I will be waiting... Oh, my poor dress...
[He walks away, and Benedikta turns to flash Cid another grin, and once she's sure that he won't see, she'll lift the ring of keys subtly to show them off.]
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Her fingers touch something cool and small. The telltale sign of keys tucked into his back pocket. She doesn't go for them right this second, and instead she plays it her innocence a little more, trying to convince him that she is genuine when, in reality, she is rolling her eyes where he cannot see.]
Ah, I'm afraid that I might need some extra napkins to clean up.
[She runs her hand along the entire length of his wing, and she feels his body shudder against hers. Men really all are the same...]
Would you be a dear and fetch me some fresh ones from the kitchens? Little old me keeps getting lost.
[The heron clears his throat, his eyes shifting. "But my boss—"]
Oh, I am sure your boss wouldn't mind it if you helped a lady. Perhaps I will even reward you when you return?
[She tickles his wing again, making him jump with a loud, flustered squawk. Cid will see him start to walk away then, and Benedikta lets her hand slip back and away just as quickly and delicately.]
Thank you, my dear. I will be waiting... Oh, my poor dress...
[He walks away, and Benedikta turns to flash Cid another grin, and once she's sure that he won't see, she'll lift the ring of keys subtly to show them off.]