"I wouldn't mind if they didn't," Charles teased before moving to the table.
Her little smirk at his remark had him grinning. So she was wanting to try the wine. Grabbing the corkscrew, Charles opened the wine and poured two decent glasses worth. Picking up the glasses, he moved over to hand her one and smiled politely.
"There you go," He said, passing her the wine before he leaned over to smell what was cooking, "It smells good. You would make a good wife!" Charles teased.
Seeing her like this had feelings stir inside of him that were very different to most he'd experienced. They were feelings of comfort and happiness. Of absolute contentedness.
Sitting on one of the dining room chairs, Charles took a sip of his wine as he watched her cook. This was... nice.
"Listen, Ems," His tone suddenly turned serious, "I am sorry about the other day. It.. wasn't meant to go that way."
Her little smirk at his remark had him grinning. So she was wanting to try the wine. Grabbing the corkscrew, Charles opened the wine and poured two decent glasses worth. Picking up the glasses, he moved over to hand her one and smiled politely.
"There you go," He said, passing her the wine before he leaned over to smell what was cooking, "It smells good. You would make a good wife!" Charles teased.
Seeing her like this had feelings stir inside of him that were very different to most he'd experienced. They were feelings of comfort and happiness. Of absolute contentedness.
Sitting on one of the dining room chairs, Charles took a sip of his wine as he watched her cook. This was... nice.
"Listen, Ems," His tone suddenly turned serious, "I am sorry about the other day. It.. wasn't meant to go that way."