[ Navia is about to say something pithy, but it becomes a moot point when Sylvain literally sweeps her off her feet and starts to carry her off. She gives a little cry of surprise, looping her arms around his shoulders to keep herself steady. That settles that, she supposes.
Still, there's some formality that must be observed. ]
I'm Navia.
[ She leans in a little so he can hear her over the din of the casino without having to speak in a raised voice, and the tip of her nose brushes against the shell of his ear. He smells nice, she thinks, and he is handsome. She can feel herself getting warm just thinking about what it is they're about to do. ]
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Still, there's some formality that must be observed. ]
I'm Navia.
[ She leans in a little so he can hear her over the din of the casino without having to speak in a raised voice, and the tip of her nose brushes against the shell of his ear. He smells nice, she thinks, and he is handsome. She can feel herself getting warm just thinking about what it is they're about to do. ]
What should I call you, monsieur?