Marcille (brushing dust off Frieren’s dress):
“You really should be more careful. These walls are filthy… but I guess you’re used to being rough.”
Frieren (grabbing her wrist, gaze intense):
“And you keep finding excuses to touch me. Are you sure you’re not the reckless one?”
Marcille (stepping closer with a teasing smirk):
“Maybe I just enjoy testing your limits. You elves are always so composed. It makes me wonder what happens when you finally lose control.”
Frieren (half-lidded eyes, voice low):
“Careful, Marcille. Push me far enough… and I might just show you.”
Marcille (murmuring, brushing close to her lips without kissing):
“Then what are you waiting for… ancient one?”