"I'm glad to know I've already gotten their approval, Ems. It was worrying me," Charles laughed a little. He didn't meant much with those words beyond a joke but the lingering thought kept with him; they'd hinted, or explicitly mentioned, marriage on more than one occasion though as quickly as the thought entered his mind, had it left - like a fleeting gust of wind.
He listened intently at her words; his eyes moving to watch them form from her mouth. She was extremely eloquent for a working class girl and he found it enchanting almost. However, as soon as she trailed off, Charles changed topic to one of owls and she, yet again, tried to shoot down his idea.
This time, however, he was going to have none of it. Shaking his head and moving a little closer to her, Charles huffed a little, "And in times like this, you need your own owl," He nodded, not paying much heed to whatever the face she was pulling was. She could have been trying to be intimidating but he couldn't tell, "And there you go with your pouting again. As cute as it is, do you always need to pout at me?"
He listened intently at her words; his eyes moving to watch them form from her mouth. She was extremely eloquent for a working class girl and he found it enchanting almost. However, as soon as she trailed off, Charles changed topic to one of owls and she, yet again, tried to shoot down his idea.
This time, however, he was going to have none of it. Shaking his head and moving a little closer to her, Charles huffed a little, "And in times like this, you need your own owl," He nodded, not paying much heed to whatever the face she was pulling was. She could have been trying to be intimidating but he couldn't tell, "And there you go with your pouting again. As cute as it is, do you always need to pout at me?"