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[It's not just him who's tense, if Lydia's slow sigh and stretch is anything to note. Though she's glancing at his hands for a moment, noting the difference and frowning at him after she's done with her nonsense.]

Honestly, I couldn't blame her for doing such a thing. I think that's why Allure and Lussios in particular seem particularly tense. Not a great reading. [Though she does switch her gaze to the tiny bird, wherever she decided to roost, with a small bit of a smile.]

Though, I do believe someone has earned herself some head scratches, if she wants to cash those in.

[Tyler notices the look on her face, but meets her with an almost blank evenness, like a challenge.

There's a large red feather and a small eye staring out from underneath the collar of Tyler's overcoat, staring at Lydia. But at the offer of scratches, Isis bodily wiggles her way up and out of the jacket with a sharp peep and hops across the table for the attention.]

He fucking grabbed her when he started falling. She stopped hearing him for me - I know he noticed, too, you were talking about me.

[He doesn't care what you said, he can already assume.]

[She's not about to challenge it, that would make things go sour and she's not keen on doing that. However, she can't help but be amused at Isis'... well, everything, to be perfectly honest.

And is happily just reaching out to lightly scratch her little head with those nails, because of course she is.]

Whether he noticed or not doesn't really matter, does it? All it was was him rambling on and on to try and win my favor or mitigate the damage he's done. While trying to nose into business that he has absolutely no reason to know about. Same as Steven, come to think of it. [That should give him enough information on what he was saying, after all.]

Was she translating just me, then, or was she entirely ignoring the conversation because of him?

[The comparison gets a sly, brief smile out of Tyler.]

Don't tell Steven you said that, he'll get legitimately offended.

[Isis immediately nestles down and fluffs up under those scritches, and very nearly closes her eyes for it. She's gotta keep them open for Tyler, but boy howdy scritches.]

Just you. I doubt I missed anything actually relevant. He gives Isis a headache anyway.

As if I tell Steven anything, come on now~ [She really doesn't unless it benefits her, oops.

God, Isis is too cute and she'll continue those scritches until otherwise needing to stop.]

... Ah. So you heard some of what I said, then. [Shit. That wasn't what she had meant to happen, but that stupid jackass sure dragged her through it.]

[Another short-lived smirk.] The 'you and yours' part, yes. Which, you know, still works well for me. Better than how Solus tried to treat me on the ride over.

[Tyler, you absolute bitch. Sure doesn't stop a small hint of a smile and a roll of the eyes, though there's no malice behind it.]

Don't get too content in that~ Which, speaking of, what did you think of that practice performance?

[Oh good, the performance. The mere mention of it gets a creeping redness across Tyler's face, but he still looks rather pleased.]

I don't suppose you'd be happy to give me a repeat performance?

[That is what she wanted to see and she's humming to herself before moving to just casually straddle his lap.]

I could, or a different performance right here, if you wanted. [At least she's giving him an option?]

[His hands roam automatically down, starting on her knees and brushing up her thighs, digging his thumbs in a little to push up her dress a little, before he takes them back so he can talk. Though his face is much darker now, he certainly doesn't look opposed.]

What did you have in mind?

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