The tattooed Italian smiles and nods to the captivating Daeva.
There was a chuckle at the mention of the Domain being hers. “That may be the case, but I wouldn’t dream of taking up someones time.” She knew she could, but it never sat right with her.
An eyebrow raises, “Annoyances? If you cared to share them, I’m willing to hear about them. Perhaps help alleviate them if I can. But I can understand and respect if you wish to keep them private.” For all she knew, it was her that annoyed the woman. And not much she could do about that.
“So where do you come from? I'd like to know more about you.”