“Ma chere, what is it zhat you are doing?” He chuckled, trying to turn around to see what she was up to. The man had very long hair, and it was sometimes hard to resist touching it. Peeking at the draculina, he grinned at her.
“Oh.. ah.. I was just….” Her voice trailed off as she ran her thumb over the end of his braid once again. “I appologize if this is a weird compliment.. but your hair is very soft, Captain.” it was then she gave the Frenchman a nervous grin. Followed by a chuckle of her own.
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