[There's an amused look, but she doesn't pause to think on it any more than that, just slips her arms free of her dress and wriggles the rest of the way out of it before it ends up tangled around her entirely. She had been polite enough to put on a pair of panties before going to have dinner with Eames (we're sure he'd be relieved to know) and that's what's left on her, black cotton low on her hips.
She presses her fingertips down over his mouth, just as stained, dragging color off to the side, but she's perfectly willing to remove them and keep to the established priority. The taste of the champagne has faded, but she supposes that he's alright on his own.]
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She presses her fingertips down over his mouth, just as stained, dragging color off to the side, but she's perfectly willing to remove them and keep to the established priority. The taste of the champagne has faded, but she supposes that he's alright on his own.]