She's not nearly as uncertain, though her skills certainly pale in comparison to his - stumbly and slightly off and she feels rather like a child standing next to him - until the grand, sweeping gestures take her in and she's laughing again.
"Thank you, sir," she murmurs respectfully - no trace of the cocky, sarcastic girl from earlier. "I'm not so good at teaching, I don't think."
One finely shaped eyebrow quirks over a helpless shrug of shoulders.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasure
no subject
Date: 2007-07-02 11:20 pm (UTC)"Thank you, sir," she murmurs respectfully - no trace of the cocky, sarcastic girl from earlier. "I'm not so good at teaching, I don't think."
One finely shaped eyebrow quirks over a helpless shrug of shoulders.