“But of course, Madame!” she mockingly parroted, comically allowing the richness of her voice to drop, mimicking his to the best of her ability. It brought small joy to her – allowing a more youthful, playful side to show, like stretching the ache of a long disused muscle. It was like finally reaching that one itch in the middle of your back. It also proved that she, that gilded cobra, that coral fang, was capable of showing some congeniality towards others in the form of genuine smiles. One drew wide against the lines of her lips, splaying them into a grin. It was strange, odd – but not as foreign as she initially felt. Her body extended itself, her legs pulled out so that she could physically stretch as his next words reached her. her head made the softest of shakes, one borne of disbelief. “Does it?”
