She ate and finally slowed down and then smiled at him softly. She liked seeing him sitting across from her. She was able to take in more of his features and the more she saw of him, the more her cheeks flushed. She liked him, and she couldn't explain why. She just took it as it was and seemed content with that.<br/><br/>When he walked over and took the shirt off of her, she blushed again. There she sat, completely nude once more this time at the dinner table. She wasn't really body conscious, but when the coins fell on the table, she looked at them curiously, pulling her out of her short term embarrassment. "<span style="color: #BF00BF">What happened to your shirt?</span>" she asked seeing that it completely disappeared.<br/><br/>She looked up at him then picked up her cup and got a drink and looked over at him, seeing him not eating. "<span style="color: #BF00BF">Aren't you hungry?</span>" she asked tilting her pretty head to the side as she finished her food. She then yawned again and excused herself for it. Her mother taught her that when she was little and all of her manners seemed to have stuck with her. Something most people found charming about her.