"I didn't realize we were keeping track of points. But if you are. I think you're still winning." Elessar replied. He looked at her skin, the way her collar bone showed and moved as she sat and spoke with him. His dark and blind eye drifting back up at the question. "Mindless flattery is a dull blade that I would never assume to employ on someone such as yourself." He smirked when she talked about moaning, "You're right. I haven't. My bad luck it seems."
He put his coffee cup down again and shook his head, "A challenge? Not at all. Unless you feel like you could easily satisfy me." He chuckled, "I meet a lot of people in my line of work. And I don't believe you are something simple. Not for a second. Simple girls don't talk like you."
"Points———? No. But keeping track of things in general can often save your life, yeah?" Especially in Covaire City, but that's something that doesn't need mentioning—Ana can tell this one is much smarter than presenting. Not that he looks like an idiot, but she wouldn't be surprised to learn that he's been underestimated many times before. "Such as myself you say?!" She giggles in response. He's quick with his words, she likes that. "Did you break a mirror recently? Crossed a black cat? Or maybe walked under a ladder?" She teases, pushing further on how he got so unlucky.
"Well then, I highly doubt an easy man talks like you?" Comes her reply. "I could fuck like a goddess, but if I'm not the religion you adhere to, I'll bore you." Quite the poetic way to tell someone to each their own. "Maybe we'll find out one day."
