[ there's a pause, at her question, and her shift of weight, before lotor inclines his head toward hers, offering a slight grin in response. it looks a little off, given his teeth are different, as are his eyes, and . . . well, everything, but it is 150% still the same coolly arrogant smirk. ]
no subject
I would not be opposed to your company.
[ if
you know
she wants to stay
obviously. ]