INVOKE DUPLICITY!

  There is a moment where Caleb thinks: she doesn’t need my permission, it is everyone’s library, before he remembers that he left the Xhorhaus library some time ago, and simply carried on reading in spite of it. He comes to the door with Frumpkin draped bonelessly around his shoulders. Frumpkin looks contented. Caleb looks worried, even before he opens his mouth and closes it again.

  He decides against saying anything at all. But his furrowed eyebrows lift, an opening expression. A go on expression, an anything answer.

          SHE HAD BEEN fidgeting slowly with her hands, pursing her mouth, wrinkling her nose -- when he opens the door, she swings her hands behind her back and rolls up on her tiptoes. jester is lucky that her nervous habits match up nicely with her normal ones, keeping her body in motion both for providing distraction and for keeping focus.

Xelloss listens to the tiefling’s multidirectional prattle with a face that’s a mask of affability.  His eyes are barely open, which blockades access to the most expressive of humanoid features.  And his dimpled smile never wavers.

     “Well heavens.  Are there no patterns of inheritance then, with your skin color?  Do you taste like blueberries?”  

And then, without forewarning, he licks Jester’s arm. 

    “No, it would appear not.  I confess I’m slightly disappointed!”  

            ‘ EW-UH! ’ jester shrieks with the sensation of a wet tongue on her skin, snatching her arm back from him. not to be outdone, however, jester doesn’t think twice before lunging forward to repay the childish favor by yanking a piece of his hair towards her so that she might lick it herself. her freckled nose wrinkles. she relinquishes her grip.