She almost ducks her head in apology at such an audacious question. Looking down at his shoes instead. How strange for a ghost to wear such nice shoes, they were the shoes a gentleman would wear. Bringing her eyes, even the blackened one, back up to look at that mask. It was scary enough, the white face looking back at her. How frightening was it underneath? She didn't want to know.
"I will say nothing, Monsieur," she says quickly, hoping beyond hope that he might let her go. Not realizing he actually meant to help her with her injuries.
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Date: 2016-05-13 01:48 am (UTC)She almost ducks her head in apology at such an audacious question. Looking down at his shoes instead. How strange for a ghost to wear such nice shoes, they were the shoes a gentleman would wear. Bringing her eyes, even the blackened one, back up to look at that mask. It was scary enough, the white face looking back at her. How frightening was it underneath? She didn't want to know.
"I will say nothing, Monsieur," she says quickly, hoping beyond hope that he might let her go. Not realizing he actually meant to help her with her injuries.