He watches her attack her food with all the zest he’s come to associate with her, though it can be hard to tell what pleases him the most, seeing the food being enjoyed or seeing her enjoy it. At her comment, he smiles, half-amused and retorts, “yes, I too favour days dining with beautiful men,” though his tone makes it evident it’s a joke.
Slowly, he begins cutting up his own fish, sipping his wine throughout to clean his palate. Like he wants each bite to taste its best. After a moment, thoughtfully, “I enjoy people who indulge me, Himeno.”
It's an amusing contrast, isn't it, the manner in which the two of them approach their meals. Himeno boldly helps herself to another glass of wine, the apples of her cheeks already kissed with pink and daring to flush even further as their dinner continues.
"What do you know-- I like people who indulge me, too!" She leans forward, reaching across the table to brush her fingers against Michel's. "But that's what we're here for, right? To open our hearts just a little bit more, and see if we can't fulfill a wish or two of ours along the way."
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Slowly, he begins cutting up his own fish, sipping his wine throughout to clean his palate. Like he wants each bite to taste its best. After a moment, thoughtfully, “I enjoy people who indulge me, Himeno.”
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"What do you know-- I like people who indulge me, too!" She leans forward, reaching across the table to brush her fingers against Michel's. "But that's what we're here for, right? To open our hearts just a little bit more, and see if we can't fulfill a wish or two of ours along the way."