Charles could see her body tense a little. He moved back a little, taking a brief hold of her hand and turning her to face him. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the bench she was sitting on when he arrived. As it turned out, they hadn't really moved that far at all. It had been a back and forth; a game of cat and mouse. Though Charles still had yet to ascertain which was which.
"And what kind of man, then, would you prefer me to be?" He asked, letting go of her arm. He wasn't sure why he was acting this way and being flirtatious. He wasn't sure what he was doing. She was young - soon to be debuted within a year - and he was a Ministry employee hoping for a promotion. And yet, he found himself enjoying this little game.
"And what kind of man, then, would you prefer me to be?" He asked, letting go of her arm. He wasn't sure why he was acting this way and being flirtatious. He wasn't sure what he was doing. She was young - soon to be debuted within a year - and he was a Ministry employee hoping for a promotion. And yet, he found himself enjoying this little game.