[When she approaches him, he turns his head just enough to look at her out of the corner of his eye... and then he turns it a bit more. He'd seen her before, of course; in the little images the journal provided, but for some reason he hadn't realized she was so...
He's staring.
He looks away again, and pulls a small velvet box out of his pocket, holding it out for her beneath the level of the display they're pretending to be contemplating.]
Put it someplace she'll find it... but not too quickly. [The good thing about having a voice as deep as his is that it can be pitched so anyone trying to eavesdrop only hears a low, indistinct murmur. The person he's speaking to, however...]
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He's staring.
He looks away again, and pulls a small velvet box out of his pocket, holding it out for her beneath the level of the display they're pretending to be contemplating.]
Put it someplace she'll find it... but not too quickly. [The good thing about having a voice as deep as his is that it can be pitched so anyone trying to eavesdrop only hears a low, indistinct murmur. The person he's speaking to, however...]