She reached out, cold fingers grasping the bottom of the angels' chin, holding Caspars' face to her own without expression, a blank coldness that radiated from every pore.
"...Perhaps after the trial period is over." She kissed his nose, leaving a smudge of dark red lipstick.
Silly Violet--why would anything on the doll be fake? Indeed, these were all of her original parts, sans the parts that kept her running, of course.
Not that she could read the others mind, and so nothing at all was actually said.
"In that case, I believe we're done for now. Please do let me know when you've decided on a meeting place, I will be in contact." To Violet, she gave a brief dip of her head and the corners of her lips dragged themselves upwards, taught into a smile that seemed far too unfitting for such a chilled face.
Under the cirumstances, I've been shockingly nice.