Watching her latest responses, Syrup has become quite infatuated with one of these adorable stacked sisters in particular. The foul mouthed Nelairi of all members has caught her gaze. Maybe it was something about how adorably she reacted to having bread shoved in her mouth earlier. Something had lit a fire inside of Syrup, for she knew this shortstack had potential. With a braver face than most, she confidently strode up to the powerful woman. She had no doubt that if her proposal displeased Nelairi that the wizard could easily drag her to the bottom of the ocean. She pressed on anyway, the reward for this was far greater than the risk. Gently, she cleared her throat before peering down at the girl. "Greetings, darling Nelairi. You can call me Syrup. I've been watching you for a few now and I must say that I find you completely and utterly captivating. You simply must allow me to treat you to dinner some time~" Without wasting a beat, Syrup plucked the girl's hands up into her own. The white haired woman confidently awaited the mage's answer.
"..."
This level of formality is basically unheard of for Nelairi. Even when she had to run something personally that Izolda wouldn't send for some godforsaken reason, it didn't matter to who it was addressed to, swears and crude language were common from her. Few people can actually tell a Sister what to do, and of those few, most were other Sisters.
But with her hands now occupied holding Nelairi's, that meant that she was in the clear to not get any more rolls crammed into her mouth.
"You don't need to call me 'darling' or any crap like that. But that shit about me being captivating? Yeah, common. But if you're so fuckin' intent..."
