[Guess she caught him staring. Ajax doesn't seem to take too much mind though, only briefly sorry that he'd been staring at her. He wants to believe he can't quite put a finger on it, but he knows he's lying to himself- he can feel his heart beat a little harder every time he looks at her.
He takes the bowl that slid to him, sampling it a little. It's good, just as good as it smells, and he smiles back to her after trying it.]
It's as good as I thought. Do I have to give it back?
[He teases her, taking another sip of her soup. If she leaves it with him too long, there might not be any left. He gazes over to her mischievously, as if he'd actually keep it if she let him.]
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He takes the bowl that slid to him, sampling it a little. It's good, just as good as it smells, and he smiles back to her after trying it.]
It's as good as I thought. Do I have to give it back?
[He teases her, taking another sip of her soup. If she leaves it with him too long, there might not be any left. He gazes over to her mischievously, as if he'd actually keep it if she let him.]