PC: PRIMROSE

[headmt]

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[femmefinale]

[ Primrose, who thankfully, is not wobbly this time but will just place her hands in him and-- pull him into a slow dance? Oh, okay. ]

I slit his throat and he danced magnificently in his death throes.

[headmt]

[She dances on her own two feet, and is choosing where she steps. Of course he follows in her slow dance, easily. He is a pretty decent enough dancer in his own right, or at least graceful enough to keep up.]

Good. Seems you left a place better than you found it, if you're asking me.

[femmefinale]

That's not something I can often say. [ And she pauses, then lifts her arms up high to spin him. ]

But I won't disagree on this count.

[headmt]

[spins he does! doing a little flourish at the end of it!]

You've certainly made my day better every time I see you, so I wouldn't disagree on any counts.

[femmefinale]

You must have been told before... [ as she nods approvingly at his little flourish ]

That you're quite adept at flattery.

[headmt]

[Doing a big dramatic bow, one arm out, tail elegantly curving around his legs.]

Never heard it in my life. You must have been told you're quite the charmer yourself.

[femmefinale]

[ Primrose laughs at that-- it's surprised, so not her usual polite chuckle. But then she sweeps into a deep curtsey in response. ]

I'm afraid such praise has never adorned my ears.