[Flayn raises her glass and clinks it against his, smiling as she brings it back to her lips to take another sip.]
As are you.
[She means it. How much she means it is clearly written on her face - she's never been good at disguising what she feels. Much as she dislikes it, she is something of an open book.]
no subject
As are you.
[She means it. How much she means it is clearly written on her face - she's never been good at disguising what she feels. Much as she dislikes it, she is something of an open book.]