Despite his attempts at a romantic gesture of candles and moonlight, Thomas would never manage to alter her mind from how she thought of him. The only reason she was able to stomach the thought of his touch had been knowing Crow would come to her as swiftly as he could. She just had to buy herself some time. And so she had, acting sheepish and innocent in opposition to the plot brewing behind her kind eyes.
"May I request a drink?" She questioned as he nodded, his feet shuffling quickly across the room before he then returned to her with a chalice of room temperature water. Drinking as slowly as she could, Genevieve watched as he analyzed her intently, as if playing out a moment that would never come to fruition if she had a say in it.
Impatiently advancing towards her to be allowed th
