( for the best, perhaps. she's the sort of girl who'd agree with a flair and grin.

she hums a thoughtful little sound, acknowledging the fact that she heard it. how similar yet different the church and the saragi are. their motivation for keeping mum about it doesn't strike her as particularly honest in this situation. what a complex situation he's found himself in.

the eyeliner itself shouldn't be too bad, she hopes. opting for a brush tip so that it'd simply glide along skin with a steady hand. now that she's not being watched, there's a moment where her eyes fall to his lip,

then his questions interrupts a line of thought and she clears her throat rather abruptly, standing up a little straighter to tap his cheek as a signal that she's done with that part. )

Obviously, I'm great at it! ( of course she'd say that.. ) But I'll have you know now that I'm not going to take it easy on you even if it's been awhile.

Don't worry though, I'm at least nice enough not to hit you in the face. ( ...... ) Unless you ask, because then it's gloves off.