[Elizabeth's inhibitions seem...problematic and Cesare thinks on it for a moment. Her concerns are restrictive, almost seemingly harmful, and they are odd coming from a girl who has kissed him mere moments earlier. Contrary, are they not?
He decides to say nothing. He has always been more effective in movement than in words anyway.
He looks at her for a second and takes her chin, thumb tracing ever so slightly across her bottom lip. He runs his eyes over her face, watching. He is testing the waters, seeing what response his actions coax from her. In this moment, Elizabeth is a puzzle to solve and understand. Does she even want him to kiss her? Why did she kiss him in the first place? What is it that she wants? How paralytic is this fear of hers?
He tilts her head up towards him and leans in as if to kiss her, though he stops before their lips can meet. He would find out the exact nature of her desires.]
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He decides to say nothing. He has always been more effective in movement than in words anyway.
He looks at her for a second and takes her chin, thumb tracing ever so slightly across her bottom lip. He runs his eyes over her face, watching. He is testing the waters, seeing what response his actions coax from her. In this moment, Elizabeth is a puzzle to solve and understand. Does she even want him to kiss her? Why did she kiss him in the first place? What is it that she wants? How paralytic is this fear of hers?
He tilts her head up towards him and leans in as if to kiss her, though he stops before their lips can meet. He would find out the exact nature of her desires.]