His face went pink, mirroring hers moments ago, as she reached out and touched him. Nope, there was no forgetting today, not at least for the next year and a half—at that was assuming he'd never see her again. Feeling uncharacteristically nervous—Edric didn't exactly flirt with women on a regular basis—he instinctively cradled her fist in his hand and gently brushed a thumb against her swollen knuckles.
"That's definitely going to leave a bruise," he confirmed before releasing her hand. "I must confess, I've never been in a conversation where I had no clue what to say," he added in agreement. He didn't remember a time he'd bickered with a woman—and not just any woman, but the woman he'd assisted just earlier in the week—like he had with Miss Lynch. It was equally endearing as it was frustrating.
"Edric Umbridge," he responded, his smile never fading. "It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance."
"That's definitely going to leave a bruise," he confirmed before releasing her hand. "I must confess, I've never been in a conversation where I had no clue what to say," he added in agreement. He didn't remember a time he'd bickered with a woman—and not just any woman, but the woman he'd assisted just earlier in the week—like he had with Miss Lynch. It was equally endearing as it was frustrating.
"Edric Umbridge," he responded, his smile never fading. "It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance."
— set by MJ! —