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[ That, or she comes from a society so steeped in performative politeness that even a peasant would know how to execute a perfect curtsy, but he's allowed to think what he needs to maintain his sense of self-importance. The truth is actually far more interesting than either of those options, but they're not trapped in an elevator because a sentient, horny painting wants to hear their backstories. ]

I'm not sure I'd ever get used to being ordered around by the decor, but I suppose people learn to adapt.

[ Which is why she nods at his request, reaching out to set her slender hand in his palm. Be gentle with her. ]