Her explaination expended, her chest fell, the flesh in front of her quivered as it settled back into place. Talk of loosening lips seemed to fall on deaf ears as she eyed Jolie's approach to the table. Had she taken but a moment to match gazes with Laurin, she'd find no disgust, or criticism in that face. No, endearment? Really? And envy, too? Jolie had something Laurin couldn't duplicate with magic. Not yet, atleast. And it posotively enthralled her that the woman could display her skills so freely and be taken so seriously afterwards.<br/><br/><em>Yes, the right dress would compliment her in ways she'd never dreamed. I wonder why she seems so distraught though? She seems to have gotten what she wanted. Whereas I...</em>"It would seem your company is heavier two. Have I convinced enough for you to consider three?"