[ Fine with him. His fingers curl loosely around hers as he puts more effort into making his smile less wry even though he feels like dropping it altogether at her reply. ]
You're terrible.
[ He says it jokingly, but he's making a mental note to be more cautious around her in the future because really, they're a lot alike. No more talk of the Order. ]
I'd rather you didn't, but Caesar's fine. If he asks.
[ Which he doesn't see happening either, but Caesar seems like he can keep a secret better than she can either way. (If only on the virtue of not caring.) ]
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You're terrible.
[ He says it jokingly, but he's making a mental note to be more cautious around her in the future because really, they're a lot alike. No more talk of the Order. ]
I'd rather you didn't, but Caesar's fine. If he asks.
[ Which he doesn't see happening either, but Caesar seems like he can keep a secret better than she can either way. (If only on the virtue of not caring.) ]