Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25686329-20141213011519/@comment-26267177-20141219214541

Calla noticed quite easily how Plutarch's eyes swiftly scanned over her body, though she wasn't entirely certain of how to feel about it. It wasn't that she hadn't ever been looked over before. When people bothered to notice the insignificant maid girl conveniently tucked into the corner, quite a few took a fancy to her outline, and others still fell in love with the "classic maid getup" that usually adorned it. Of course, she usually wasn't up-close enough to make any sort of meaningful response. And she wasn't certain that she minded it now.

When Plutarch's eyes looked up, Calla quickly met them with her own green gaze. She may have taken note of the harsh, bright silver of his irises before- after all, this was one main feature she'd taken to when she'd first developed her slight attraction toward him- but she hadn't ever gotten the chance to glimpse them from such a straightforward angle. Nor had that fascinating Texan accent ever been aimed in her direction.

Calla nodded in response to his question. "Plutarch Cavendish, I presume?" she replied, more out of formality than any necessary inquiry.