Soren Thundersong smiled and Isette felt just a little less helpless. Maybe she was getting through to him after all. “Beautiful Isette you are friend, I like you.” The Kelvic wasn’t sure how to respond to that. Friendship was good. It certainly wasn’t anything she would turn her nose up at. On the other hand, she felt strange when he called her beautiful. Skittish. He said he didn’t want to use her, but he was still acting like the men who used her. Isette was confused. He even gave her the money back. “No, you keep.” Because she didn’t know the Common word for ‘need’, she assumed he was simply repeating his Lhavitian phrase in Common for her learning benefit. She smiled at having learned something new. “Wait you’re only two?” Isette understood his Lhavitian, and she thought she understood the Common…But what was he trying to say? She gave him a funny look as his gaze traveled downwards. He was complimenting her chest? Isette didn’t know how she felt about that. On the one hand, she liked compliments. On the other hand, she was still trying to figure out if he wanted to buy sex from her. This boy was confusing. “I am nineteen,” he said. Okay, she thought. He wanted to…hold her hand? Isette looked at him for a moment. “No,” she said bluntly, speaking Common. Isette did not like to be touched. She took another bite of cheese (the meat was long finished), watching him warily. |