"You're educated, a doctor, and one of the most beautiful women on this accursed ship."
Severus recites this in a flat tone, to the point. The look he gives her is wary and definitely not offended, but it's clear he doesn't trust her - or, doesn't trust her in this moment. He tries not to make it obvious, but beneath the armor of being far too aloof and superior for all this nonsense, slivers of the real question he didn't voice are lurking. Are you making fun of me?
He's not even the sort of person who's convinced himself of this possibility out of self-pity and shyness. He's convinced of this possibility because it's been his actual experience.
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Severus recites this in a flat tone, to the point. The look he gives her is wary and definitely not offended, but it's clear he doesn't trust her - or, doesn't trust her in this moment. He tries not to make it obvious, but beneath the armor of being far too aloof and superior for all this nonsense, slivers of the real question he didn't voice are lurking. Are you making fun of me?
He's not even the sort of person who's convinced himself of this possibility out of self-pity and shyness. He's convinced of this possibility because it's been his actual experience.