“Thank you,” Tevos replies, trying to maintain stoicism, though she can’t help the ghost of a smile that crosses her lips.<p> Councilor Tevos invited Commander Shepard over for dinner this evening. She feels a personal responsibility to thank the man for saving her(as well as her colleagues) on several occasions and hopes to…learn more about him. </p> <p> She dresses in an elegant purple…
The councilor thanks him as she sits, her hands settling in her lap. She’s clearly flattered by the commander’s words, though she remains a certain air of professionalism about it. He’s…rather charming when not bickering with the council over the Reapers(although he is usually justified and correct).
“Would you like some wine?” She asks, planning to let him choose, since she doesn’t want to risk him not liking the white wine already on the table.
She plans to start the formalities until after they’ve ordered at least drinks, figuring that asking how he is prior to ordering may seem rushed, or anxious. She takes in a deep breath, a sip of her wine following. “I quite like your jacket,” she says into her glass, a small smile on her lips.
A flash of both interest and surprise shine in Tevos’s eyes as her gaze meets his, but disappears just as quickly. He’d...
“So would I,” Dante agreed without indignation. He understood that the Council had their own affairs and people to look...