[ Grell cups a hand to one of her rosy cheeks. Although a small and simple gesture, it's not one that she would've expected of him... ever! Is he seeing her more as a lady, or simply a partner? She'll take either, really, no complaints! ]
You flatter me, really. [ She giggles as she passes, peering about the shop. She doesn't frequent the sort often, preferring wine and all. ]
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You flatter me, really. [ She giggles as she passes, peering about the shop. She doesn't frequent the sort often, preferring wine and all. ]