[ He notices. (Of course he notices. After all, her eyes are the sort of blue that's hard to forget. There are small things like that — detail on a painting, the trim of a frame — that stick in his memory, and her eyes are a couple of them. Along with the jut of her chin and a plethora of other things that he has found himself lingering upon but refusing — at least, so far — to consider the implications of.) He notices, but he keeps his reaction to a simple nod. ]
Not particularly, as it happens, [ he says, in response to her second question, with a half-shrug. ] Are you?
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Not particularly, as it happens, [ he says, in response to her second question, with a half-shrug. ] Are you?