[Their vic—I mean, the nice man helping them is probably still fighting his way through the crowd by the bar, and so Hilda is free to focus on this. And honestly, Constance? Not bad? Hilda's smile widens in spite of herself.]
Oh, stop. You'll make me blush!
[And maybe there is, in fact, a hint of color to her cheeks. The champagne's fault—but she will use it to her advantage. School is in session.]
But now I'm curious, [she admits, seeming somewhat shy as she leans a tad closer, blinking up at Constance through those famed eyelashes of hers.] If that's true, does it also work on... the sweetest of ladies?
[Rather on the nose! But as this is precisely the kind of uninspired nonsense that, like, 90% of men will throw back at Constance, so.]
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Oh, stop. You'll make me blush!
[And maybe there is, in fact, a hint of color to her cheeks. The champagne's fault—but she will use it to her advantage. School is in session.]
But now I'm curious, [she admits, seeming somewhat shy as she leans a tad closer, blinking up at Constance through those famed eyelashes of hers.] If that's true, does it also work on... the sweetest of ladies?
[Rather on the nose! But as this is precisely the kind of uninspired nonsense that, like, 90% of men will throw back at Constance, so.]