"Thank you."
For a second, I just stared at her—caught off guard, dazed maybe, but not unpleasantly so. Then I smiled.
"Yeah… you're welcome."
There was a lot I wanted to say. A lot of questions I wanted to ask. But now wasn't the time. I needed a clear head, and that was something she made very difficult to maintain.
"We'll talk more later, alright?" I said.
Elizabeth tilted her head slightly, eyes glowing a brighter shade of crimson.
"Oh? You want to talk more, darling? In my bedroom, perhaps?"
I blinked. "I—I meant talk as in… real conversation. You know, about you. Your past. What you dreamed about."
She let out a sigh. "And here I thought you were finally in the mood for a more... intimate exchange."
I smiled nervously, already taking a step back. "Let's start with the genuine stuff first. Then… we'll see where things go."
