His actions did not go unnoticed by Eponine, even from her position on the floor. He was awkward, terrified, even angry, from where she could see. And so she took her cues from that.
Whimpering slightly, she withdrew, her eyes on the floor as she leaned against the chair, unable to bring herself to sit in it. "I'm sorry, m'seiur, I did not mean to anger or displease you. Please, don't hurt me. I'm sorry!" Perhaps that would turn him sympathetic once again, less disgusted with her and her offering.
She would not deny he was handsome, though. If he'd taken her up on it, she would have had little to complain about.
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Date: 2013-05-22 04:39 pm (UTC)Whimpering slightly, she withdrew, her eyes on the floor as she leaned against the chair, unable to bring herself to sit in it. "I'm sorry, m'seiur, I did not mean to anger or displease you. Please, don't hurt me. I'm sorry!" Perhaps that would turn him sympathetic once again, less disgusted with her and her offering.
She would not deny he was handsome, though. If he'd taken her up on it, she would have had little to complain about.