Oct 28, 2016
More than anything, Erik looks amused. "He hasn't told you much about me, has he? Seduction," he says, pouring himself another drink, "is the last thing on my mind." He wonders, a little, if that makes him sound inverted rather than simply uninterested - but that, like Emma's age, is pushed firmly to the back of his mind to be dealt with later. "But no, now that you mention it. Not vulnerable - strong. Self-assured. I don't like /dolls/."
“A doll? Is that what you see? Yes... yes, it is. A doll, and a child.”Erik can feel a slow, sharp push just behind his eyes, like a freezingblade too cold to hurt.
“Such a serious-minded fellow. I’d think you were seventy yearsold if I didn’t know better.”