"I would not return that yet."
The words reached him before their meaning did.
His body answered first. His spine went still, an old habit of listening for the next instruction, and Lucavion turned his head only after making sure the rest of him would follow.
Isolde stood close enough that he did not need to search for her. Platinum-blonde hair, gone nearly silver where the sun caught it. It was her eyes that held him, pale lavender, so light they looked almost colorless in the open air, and fixed on him with the mild, patient attention of a woman who had the whole afternoon to spare.
And all of it, he noticed, was aimed at him.
The representative's hand hovered above the form, unsure whether to advance or retreat.
Lucavion drew a breath and took his senses back, one at a time. "Really?"
He kept his voice level. It cost more than it should have.
"Hmm...~"
