Graceful Descent

[Kauket]

Her palm slipped up to her left cheek, leaning on it as her elbow supported itself on the arm of the chair, slinking back into the seat with the wine glass in other hand. A certain fold in the corner of the lip ensued for a brief moment, almost smirking. Staring at him with an ambiguous intent, picking up on what he is putting down, the internal humor only increased ten fold within her. Yet there was a distant thought, how easy it would be to grant his wish, only to give him an easy way out of life. He was still the enemy - and he still has it on mind, but to do such would be unbecoming on her part. There was still a job to do, even if he was an enemy - who clearly had interests in undermining her work. Killing him in his sleep would be only a detriment to them both, and to the sector entirely. And, naturally, the damage to her word of honor. But he had no idea of the precedence of the meeting, or whether she would keep to her promises.

"You invited me to a drink in your home. Are you asking?" She murmured, still leaning on the compressed cheek. Still, tormenting him was highly entertaining to her, yet there were some curiosity. Was he truly a man to allow himself to such compromise? Or that they were both playing a game of mockery? In the end, there was still entertainment, no matter the outcome. In the end, she continued to gaze into him, frozen in posture.