It turned out that the story of the show was not one she knew and therefore wasn't quite as enjoyable as she'd hoped. Mrs. H. on the other hand was roaring with laughter; Febs had no idea her housekeeper read Shakespeare!

She marveled at that notion for a second before her thoughts were interrupted with the best thing she'd heard all night. Rolling her head to the side to look at him, she felt a little jolt of anticipation run through her veins. That smirk on his lips, she knew exactly what it meant, an invitation. Just the notion of getting out of here and into his bed made her heartbeat race.

Febby leaned toward him conspiratorially, a small smirk curling her own lips. "I don't know this one, I'm afraid, it's not as amusing if you don't know the story. Mrs. Harding seems to be enjoying herself however. She's been such a good sport, I'll let her enjoy her fun for a little while." She paused and added in the softest of whispers, barely audible over the buzz if the crowd. "Then it will be my turn." Thank Merlin for that!