“…Darling?” His brow furrowed slightly. “The way you speak to me… you make it seem like I am going to die of old age in a matter of months. I’m not that old.” He sighed and ran a hand through his hair.
The pause that followed her question was heavy and nearly border-lining awkward as his thoughts drifted off. Of all the things he had prepared for the velvet cover of night, this spunky maiden intercepting his plans had not been one. He had practiced silver-tonguing his way out of a Templar’s position, knew which entropy spell he’d cast on a gang of bandits if he met any, but meeting Sarah again was not on his mind.
Even if he did agree to go with her, what would she think of their little detour? Would she indulge in her curiosities and ask of him why he had left a satchel filled with enough lyrium to bow his back in a little hidey-hole? His gaze met hers again and the angry set of his jaw softened.
“What…no crack about how I’m always worried?”
Ah yes, the wrench thrown into his well-thought out plans. That was Sarah. If only he would indulge her with the secrecy of his plans, she would have been more than willing to participate in the whole scandal. The troublemaker kept her gaze on him, watching the features of his visage, how he seem to speak volumes without him saying a single word.
Lips moistened behind the cover of his paperwork, which were now being lowered so she could fan herself lightly. When she fell silent, it meant only one thing - she was scrutinizing him. “Mm what other pet would you like to have? Handsome seems to suit you well.” She broke the silence by tossing out more of her trademark teasing while trying to figure out if the gears in his head were turning and he was even considering her suggestions.
One way to really find out.
Slipping off the desk, and neatly placing the paper on the desk, creating yet another pile, Sarah smoothed out her dress and gathered the cloak from its dormant location near the satchel. “You will always be worried, Orsino, I do not need to bring it up all the time,” her gaze swept over him, “You can keep the satchel if you’d like, it has extra clothes for you - for.. when you desire to escape the confines of your tower.”