Evangeline looks up at him with dilated eyes, as the initial frantic rush of anxiety and discomfort fades, leaving only a warm sense of euphoria. She struggles free of his hand and stands suddenly, stretching. "I'm not really in the mood for eating." She jumps a few times, feeling flush with energy, before she sits back down, a stupid grin on her face.
"Your women..." Evangeline nods, "I appreciate the look as well."
"Do you sleep with them?" She tilts her head curiously, "And what is that powder called?"
"Your women..." Evangeline nods, "I appreciate the look as well."
"Do you sleep with them?" She tilts her head curiously, "And what is that powder called?"
