A message can be ruined by the delivery. That was a very – clever and wise remark, Endymion thought, impressed. Poetic and astute. Thistle Potts was certainly astute. He hadn’t remembered this about her.
And she probably did not remember much about him, if she thought it likely to be for him. Endymion had never been particularly inclined towards secrecy or falsehoods about anything. He did like flowers as a means of romance, but he supposed he tended to favour a more direct approach – such as actually giving or receiving them directly.
“Oh no, I like the flowers but I can’t stomach all this guesswork. It would need to be a clearer sign for me,” Endymion said, self-deprecatingly; he would not have been clever enough to pick it out, if she hadn’t been hovering by it. “And,” he pointed out, “I don’t make a habit of hiding in corners at parties. Well, not usually.” His brother’s Ministerial appointment had cramped his style, just a tad.
And she probably did not remember much about him, if she thought it likely to be for him. Endymion had never been particularly inclined towards secrecy or falsehoods about anything. He did like flowers as a means of romance, but he supposed he tended to favour a more direct approach – such as actually giving or receiving them directly.
“Oh no, I like the flowers but I can’t stomach all this guesswork. It would need to be a clearer sign for me,” Endymion said, self-deprecatingly; he would not have been clever enough to pick it out, if she hadn’t been hovering by it. “And,” he pointed out, “I don’t make a habit of hiding in corners at parties. Well, not usually.” His brother’s Ministerial appointment had cramped his style, just a tad.
