Glancing to his left, Charles nodded and held out his arm once again for her, “That’s a nice name, Miss Woodcroft,” his voice was still soft.
Though she seemed to have over ideas about their stroll home and he wasn’t sure how to think. Sure, they were in Pennyworth but it was still dark and she was drunk even if the air had sobered her up a little.
He shook his head, about to protest, when she tried to shrug herself out of his jacket to pass it back to him. Tried being the operative. Rather, she fell into him with the jacket half off, her hands pressed against his chest.
Charles swallowed and instinctively wrapped his arms around her, tugging the jacket up and pulling it back over her shoulders, “Keep it. I’ll send my owl to pick it up,” He said as he took an awkward step back and looked toward where she said her house was, his hand running through his hair, “Your house is this way, yeah? I’d rather walk you to your house. It’s still dark, and you’ve been drinking. I’d rather not have that on my mind if anything happened.”
Though she seemed to have over ideas about their stroll home and he wasn’t sure how to think. Sure, they were in Pennyworth but it was still dark and she was drunk even if the air had sobered her up a little.
He shook his head, about to protest, when she tried to shrug herself out of his jacket to pass it back to him. Tried being the operative. Rather, she fell into him with the jacket half off, her hands pressed against his chest.
Charles swallowed and instinctively wrapped his arms around her, tugging the jacket up and pulling it back over her shoulders, “Keep it. I’ll send my owl to pick it up,” He said as he took an awkward step back and looked toward where she said her house was, his hand running through his hair, “Your house is this way, yeah? I’d rather walk you to your house. It’s still dark, and you’ve been drinking. I’d rather not have that on my mind if anything happened.”