There's a glimmering, a spark in him. Lightning in a bottle. Jael can see it, she can feel it. She can almost... almost taste it. It lingers between them, filling the space in ways she can't quite verbalize. Something in her recognizes something in him, and that's all the explanation she needs. Like looking in a mirror, Jael can see him in reverse. The longer her gaze lingers, the more things she can see. Shit, what had she gotten herself into? If asked, she may have blamed whatever was in the bundle of herbs. Something that would make her judgement a little less than clear.
No one was asking. She is here by choice, but then, what if she'd chosen differently? The man looms by her side, but it wouldn't do to have him on the cold, hard tile. Jael shifts, making room. There would be enough, though they would be close... sometimes the fates engineer a situation to their will. Nothing, though it's but a breath. She looks to his face, searching. The movement of his lips, the way they catch in the firelight.
A little glimmer in her opalescent gaze as he settles in close, Jael has a little question. Maybe more than little, but it's the kind that's asked with the same deference as a schoolgirl asking her friend about a boy on the playground. "If I hadn't volunteered, would I have been free to leave?" She has to fight to conceal the giggle, letting it slip out around the edges. A little twitch of her tail, too, but every gambler has a tell. Oops.
Professor
