Thank you, [ tseng says, with a slight smile that suggests he hopes clorinde is just as much looking forward to undressing him after dinner as he's looking forward to undressing her. something about the formal clothes—there's just such a thrill in removing them, isn't there?
he stays at clorinde's side as they're led through the restaurant, pulls out her chair like a real gentleman and then helps her scoot in before he takes his seat across from here. tseng doesn't spend much time at the gilded cage, but for an occasion like this, and for the chance to look at clorinde across the dinner table, he's glad they're here. ]
On the bulletin board? [ tseng repeats, then laughs quietly. ] I didn't know the House cared so much.
[ especially since until recently, tseng himself hardly cared at all. ]
Well, yes. Today is my birthday and I'm turning thirty-two. [ which isn't all that old in the grand scheme of things, but since he's not actually sure he's ever told clorinde how old he is, he figures he may as well. ] And it's striking me now that I'm not sure I know your birthday, either.
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he stays at clorinde's side as they're led through the restaurant, pulls out her chair like a real gentleman and then helps her scoot in before he takes his seat across from here. tseng doesn't spend much time at the gilded cage, but for an occasion like this, and for the chance to look at clorinde across the dinner table, he's glad they're here. ]
On the bulletin board? [ tseng repeats, then laughs quietly. ] I didn't know the House cared so much.
[ especially since until recently, tseng himself hardly cared at all. ]
Well, yes. Today is my birthday and I'm turning thirty-two. [ which isn't all that old in the grand scheme of things, but since he's not actually sure he's ever told clorinde how old he is, he figures he may as well. ] And it's striking me now that I'm not sure I know your birthday, either.