[ He goes to hold his hand out for her to hand the bottle back, so he can pour them each a glass, but she takes initiative. It's unnerving, to say the least. Her smiles are warm and unguarded, unburdened by years of abandonment, running and the very picture of trust issues.
He picks up his glass and points with it, one eye half closing, accompanying a nod. It's wrong, Katherine. ] Well, go on. I haven't poured vervain in. Try it.
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He picks up his glass and points with it, one eye half closing, accompanying a nod. It's wrong, Katherine. ] Well, go on. I haven't poured vervain in. Try it.