[ Anne closes her book and sets it aside when Spike enters and walks over. Though the room is only brightened by candle-light, his outfit seems as alien to her as it did the night they met. Is that really his best? She'll have to send him some new clothes.
Although she hardly expects him to bow, the woman's expression is stone-faced as Spike takes a seat and lets loose his quaint jest. She lets the moment stretch out in a pointedly uncomfortable silence before murmuring quietly, ]
Is that how you greet royalty? After being bestowed the honored invitation of breaking fast in their private chambers, no less?
[ Whether she's serious or joking, it might be impossible to tell with how deadpan her tone is, her eyes betraying nothing. She looks neither angry nor amused, and the flickering of the candles do much to play tricks with the light. ]
Action; DID YOU SLEEP???
Although she hardly expects him to bow, the woman's expression is stone-faced as Spike takes a seat and lets loose his quaint jest. She lets the moment stretch out in a pointedly uncomfortable silence before murmuring quietly, ]
Is that how you greet royalty? After being bestowed the honored invitation of breaking fast in their private chambers, no less?
[ Whether she's serious or joking, it might be impossible to tell with how deadpan her tone is, her eyes betraying nothing. She looks neither angry nor amused, and the flickering of the candles do much to play tricks with the light. ]