[His movements are nigh on silent, or would be to anyone but her. Making him move had been her goal all along and now her head slowly swivels in his direction, nose picking a trace of something in the air and her other senses registering an absence that is conspicuous by its very existence.]
Must you always do that? [Though she sounds more amused than anything.]
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Must you always do that? [Though she sounds more amused than anything.]