[ Modest, isn't she? He likes that. Reeve sits up a little straighter, eyes tracking the spoon as it goes to her lips again. Silver glints at the seam of her mouth, and in Reeve's posture, there's an endearing boyishness to his waiting like he hopes she might feed him a second time. He sits on it, toying idly with his own spoon. ]
Am I wrong in thinking that you'd like me to return the favor?
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[ Modest, isn't she? He likes that. Reeve sits up a little straighter, eyes tracking the spoon as it goes to her lips again. Silver glints at the seam of her mouth, and in Reeve's posture, there's an endearing boyishness to his waiting like he hopes she might feed him a second time. He sits on it, toying idly with his own spoon. ]
Am I wrong in thinking that you'd like me to return the favor?