[she interprets dom's expression as being shy, perhaps, instead of being fearful. she can hear his heartbeat - a steady pace that jumps every time she does something new. is it picking up? his reluctance disappoints her and she looks so girlish - so human - as she threads her fingers together in her lap.]

No? But you have already let me in.

[sigh.]

There are board games here, yes? Or we can play a word game. Those are not as fun. Or...[pause. she loves a good pause.] A magick game!