Wishy-Washy Fool

Phoebe Steadman I've dropped out, burned up Fought my way back from the dead She shrugged a little bit at his comment, again not sure she wholey agreed. "I'm a Madame, and this is Torchline. Why would you think I wouldn't have been comfortable?" she countered. A kiss shouldn't have made her uncomfortable, and in truth it hadn't. It was the meaning behind it, the reason why, that made her uncomfortable. "And what if I decide I don't want anything at all?" she asked, glancing at him. He seemed to think this was all for certain; but she wasn't willing to jump off the deep end like that yet. Wide eyes blinked, listening as he listed off what he knew of her. Most of it was superficial...but that was where everything started with any new acquaintance, wasn't it? Unsure what to say in response, she simply accepted the jar of juice, taking a sip from it as well. "I would like to go find pearls." she said with a small smile.