I-- Ah, that is... [She raises her sleeve to her mouth, obscuring the lower half of her face as she tries to think of how to explain herself. After a moment of struggling she says simply:] Sleeping side-by-side would be...acceptable... If those are your terms.
[She has met many tricky humans and mystics and demons over the many many years of her life. In a way, this man reminds her of many of the flirts that were in her army, with a deviousness that would make Da Ji tremble. She can hardly tell what he might be saying seriously, and which were jokes or which were situations of teasing but would be taken seriously if she tried to respond, teasingly, in kind.
When he takes the cloth out she lowers her hand and peers up at him, curious and thrown off guard again at the gentle gesture.
Humans had always kept her on her toes, were always throwing surprises at her; typically one could learn to read humans though, and get an idea of what they might say or do next. Taigong Wang had often based his strategies on these very ideas, able to predict enemy movements with a terrifying accuracy. Kaguya was no tactician, but even, usually, could see what might happen. But this... This was by far the most baffling example of unpredictability she'd come across yet, and she wasn't sre if it was because she just didn't know him yet, or if it was just something in his very nature.
She gazes at him quietly for a long moment, allowing him to pat the cloth to her face as she examines him with open wonder and innocent curiosity. At length she speaks, her voice soft:] Thank you.
[And then, because she realizes this shortly after, she adds after another moment's pause:] I do not know your name, my lord.
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[She has met many tricky humans and mystics and demons over the many many years of her life. In a way, this man reminds her of many of the flirts that were in her army, with a deviousness that would make Da Ji tremble. She can hardly tell what he might be saying seriously, and which were jokes or which were situations of teasing but would be taken seriously if she tried to respond, teasingly, in kind.
When he takes the cloth out she lowers her hand and peers up at him, curious and thrown off guard again at the gentle gesture.
Humans had always kept her on her toes, were always throwing surprises at her; typically one could learn to read humans though, and get an idea of what they might say or do next. Taigong Wang had often based his strategies on these very ideas, able to predict enemy movements with a terrifying accuracy. Kaguya was no tactician, but even, usually, could see what might happen. But this... This was by far the most baffling example of unpredictability she'd come across yet, and she wasn't sre if it was because she just didn't know him yet, or if it was just something in his very nature.
She gazes at him quietly for a long moment, allowing him to pat the cloth to her face as she examines him with open wonder and innocent curiosity. At length she speaks, her voice soft:] Thank you.
[And then, because she realizes this shortly after, she adds after another moment's pause:] I do not know your name, my lord.