New movement technique

"That was… something."

Stepping out of the inn, Theo stopped for a moment and looked up to the sky.

He had already wasted over an hour on initiating Tia into the world of magic, so a moment for contemplation wouldn't hurt, would it?

It was only now, after stepping out from the space he formerly shared with the girl, that he allowed himself to look back upon the sights that he recorded in his memory.

Not in a perverted, creepy manner of intentionally trying to sneak a peek whenever the cloth he crafted for her failed at its task, but in a more natural one, of occasionally catching a glance whenever the movement of said cloth attracted his eyes.

And now that he no longer needed to take the possibility of Tia watching out for every smallest reaction on his face, he allowed a small smile to creep up to his lips.

'She really does have a nice figure. And her chest?' Theo's smile grew a little wider, 'quite shapely.'