[ Old habits die hard with Peter -- after all, living a life being told that magic was terribly dangerous and not to be trusted meant that he would be slow to trust a being known for her arcane powers; it's only because of this that he's watching her with sharp eyes (and though he wouldn't say so, instinctively he's looking for signs of foul play), and that's how he catches the look on her face. Something-- shy? Surprised? It's the look of someone who doesn't expect praise, certainly.
It's-- oddly human.
His eyes flick down to his feet, ostensibly to better pick out the path, but it's mostly to hide his fleeting look of embarrassment. Embarrassment for what, though, it's hard for him to say. Maybe he feels silly for projecting humanity onto a deadly Siren who burned a man to death earlier tonight through sheer force of will, and who, after a month, will start taking time off of his life. He thinks he can trust her, considering their contract, but Peter doesn't trust anyone. Not anymore.
When he schools his expression into something more neutral, he picks up the conversation again. ]
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It's-- oddly human.
His eyes flick down to his feet, ostensibly to better pick out the path, but it's mostly to hide his fleeting look of embarrassment. Embarrassment for what, though, it's hard for him to say. Maybe he feels silly for projecting humanity onto a deadly Siren who burned a man to death earlier tonight through sheer force of will, and who, after a month, will start taking time off of his life. He thinks he can trust her, considering their contract, but Peter doesn't trust anyone. Not anymore.
When he schools his expression into something more neutral, he picks up the conversation again. ]
Tell me about the last guy. Sophis.