Evangeline takes the vial with a puzzled expression, "Very well." She looks into it curiously, "I have heard some rumors of you yourself Master Otto, and your conduct."
She pours a small dab of the powder onto the back of her hand, "However you have always seemed a gentleman to me." Eva looks at the powder curiously, then back to Otto, who's condition seemed improved by the substance. Cautiously she raises it to her mouth, and licks off the dab of powder, like a cat might lap up milk.
"The taste is rather..." Evangeline pauses, her pupils dilating as she leans back against the couch. She closes her eyes and laughs, almost a giggle, then turns to Otto, wearing a strange expression. "It's rather hot in here isn't it."
She laughs again, then settles herself onto the couch, a low flush growing all over her face. "This substance has made me feel rather strange." Her eyes flutter for a moment, then she runs her hands over the couch, her clothes, Otto's sleeve, enjoying the feel of the materials, "Quite unlike a strong coffee."
She clears her throat, "W-what were we talking about again?"
She pours a small dab of the powder onto the back of her hand, "However you have always seemed a gentleman to me." Eva looks at the powder curiously, then back to Otto, who's condition seemed improved by the substance. Cautiously she raises it to her mouth, and licks off the dab of powder, like a cat might lap up milk.
"The taste is rather..." Evangeline pauses, her pupils dilating as she leans back against the couch. She closes her eyes and laughs, almost a giggle, then turns to Otto, wearing a strange expression. "It's rather hot in here isn't it."
She laughs again, then settles herself onto the couch, a low flush growing all over her face. "This substance has made me feel rather strange." Her eyes flutter for a moment, then she runs her hands over the couch, her clothes, Otto's sleeve, enjoying the feel of the materials, "Quite unlike a strong coffee."
She clears her throat, "W-what were we talking about again?"
