[ does the camera even exist for ferdinand right now? it might not as well have, for all that he gazes upon her and touches her like something precious and treasured. perhaps if that lone cameraman were more keen or inclined to do great work, he might have stopped the production long enough to remind the hapless romantic that they are not, in fact, filming some grand love story that necessitated such tenderness... but as it stands the man seems far more more content to finish off his donut now that the pair have more or less regained their footing.

all for the best, really, because it allows them the freedom they need to carry on without any further hitches. the eventual audience of their film (now isn't that a dizzying thought?) might not appreciate the warmth growing between them; they might instead wonder over the lack of primal heat — but all things in due time, right? ferdinand plays the naive but eager role of a lust-struck young man so well, manuela feels compelled to make sure she doesn't rush him into anything he wouldn't enjoy or be prepared for.

so at the touch on her cheek, she lets her head cant towards it, letting him caress the soft skin there however he'd like. her eyes take on a similar softness as his own gaze, but there is an underlying heat beneath the honey, making them a little molten. after all, patience doesn't have to mean platonic. ]

If you wish to know, I could easily tell you.

[ nor does it mean she won't stop from being coy. ]

If you wish to learn...

[ she lifts her own hand to take his, and guide it down the exposed expanse of her throat, over her clavicle, before finally letting it settle right at the valley between her breasts. ]

Then you had best get to investigating, don't you think?

[ learning, after all, is all about trial and error. ]