LET'S HAVE A CANDLELIT DINNER, PRINCIPESSA // p, Aphra

[APHRA CIPHER .]

[glow=grey,1,400]LOVE ME, HATE ME ! — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]

Aphra wasn't much of a fighter, though she wouldn't willingly admit that to anyone. She would prefer not getting her paws dirty, as funny as that seemed, but if threatened, she certainly wouldn't hesitate to defend herself. Of course, the key point being, if she felt threatened and right now, with this Pittian, she didn't. Strange, considering how she was used to being told how savage Pittians were, how slimey and untrustworthy. This guy didn't seem so bad after all.

If Aphra was uncomfortable with Jormungand being so close to her face - she wasn't - she didn't show any signs of snapping at him (both metaphorically and literally). Instead, she seemed to appreciate his compliment, her fur fluffing out a bit as he called her beautiful and a princess. About damn time someone recognized it. Being the daughter of Caesar had its perks, after all. In her book.

"Thanks, love." Aphra cooed back, though ironically she didn't really mean the term 'love' as in she loved him, or anything like that. It was more so a term of endearment or one she occasionally used to be sarcastic and in control of the conversation. Here, in this particular situation, of course, she meant it as a compliment - just not an offer of commitment. Though if he questioned it, she would certainly defend herself. "You're not too shabby yourself." For a Pittian at least, right?[glow=COLOR,1,400] ━ ✧*:･ﾟ[/glow]