[Ah he heard that little falter and self-declares himself the winner. He stops her just before his front steps, because of course he does.
Then he bends down just slightly, and takes her chin in his hand. The final step in their little game.]
Why, Frieda, you're looking rather troubled. Is something the matter?
[He says, obviously teasing her all the more... but for her win, there is fondness in his gaze. For one that enjoyed being nigh unreadable, that kept his cards so close to his chest they might as well be tucked in a shirt pocket, letting even just this little bit slip through was a testament to both the effects of the rain, and his genuine fondness of her.]
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Then he bends down just slightly, and takes her chin in his hand. The final step in their little game.]
Why, Frieda, you're looking rather troubled. Is something the matter?
[He says, obviously teasing her all the more... but for her win, there is fondness in his gaze. For one that enjoyed being nigh unreadable, that kept his cards so close to his chest they might as well be tucked in a shirt pocket, letting even just this little bit slip through was a testament to both the effects of the rain, and his genuine fondness of her.]