Charles scoffed a little at her remark. She certainly seemed to know how to flirt. At least, around him. Or more accurately, she was good at doing whatever it was she was doing that Charles had (mis)construed as flirting.

“I’m glad I don’t have to worry though you are underestimating yourself again, Ems,” Charles said with a grin, shuffling in his seat to edge just a little closer to her still.

“You’re a fantastic flirt, I reckon. With or without drink in you,” Charles continued, sticking out his tongue playfully before squeezing her hand again to reassure her that he was indeed joking.

He then ran his hand up her back with his grip still on her hand, his eyes fixed on her own.

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