[ Aleksander. Cute. The Darkling watches her for a few moments, gaze on her face, leaning back to his original position: he still has quite the amount of height on her, but he's far less imposing, far less intimidating in his neutral position in comparison to what he'd been done previously.
Alina as an equal. The Darkling looks down at her, face impassive, stoic. Perhaps Alina is actually learning--perhaps he'd been incorrect a few moments ago. He's impressed. A small part of him is proud, even. ]
And what will you tell them of us, when the subject comes up? [ What will you tell of him, he means, eyes narrowing. ]
no subject
Alina as an equal. The Darkling looks down at her, face impassive, stoic. Perhaps Alina is actually learning--perhaps he'd been incorrect a few moments ago. He's impressed. A small part of him is proud, even. ]
And what will you tell them of us, when the subject comes up? [ What will you tell of him, he means, eyes narrowing. ]