[ Dorothea is glad for the fact that Claude can't see her for the moment. Her face turns bright red, but she laughs in a convincingly casual way (she was an actress, after all) as she leans back against the tree they've settled under. Her familiar hops up into her lap and she pets his soft feathers. ]

Please, even I don't work that fast. I was just joking; I don't need a love potion to be captivating. [ A beat passes, and she adds, more softly: ] Besides, I want something real, you know? Not something out of a bottle.

[ Even with eyes covered, there's an unmistakable note of yearning in her voice, though it's there and gone in a flash. Maybe it's because his eyes are covered that she feels comfortable enough even to say that. ]