Bringing up the death of Henri shifts something at her core, and her face shuts down. She sounds just as defeated, just as tired as he does. She stalks out of the shower, muttering as she grabs a towel and starts drying herself off.
"I'm not one of your women, Ramon. I'll never be one of your women."
She drops the towel on the floor and twists her hair up on off her neck, tying it in a knot, moving with that same languid, unselfconscious grace as she dresses in his shirt.
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Date: 2010-03-07 01:17 am (UTC)"I'm not one of your women, Ramon. I'll never be one of your women."
She drops the towel on the floor and twists her hair up on off her neck, tying it in a knot, moving with that same languid, unselfconscious grace as she dresses in his shirt.
Dinner is still very much on the agenda.