If he had been pushing her buttons with that remark, he hadn’t known he would be – although it didn’t surprise him entirely that she had leapt to the defensive for her daughter’s sake. She seemed prone to – or at least as far as he could tell from one prior meeting – leaping to the defensive, as things were. A hair-trigger temper. A grim vengeance in her eyes. (She really wasn’t all that far off his wife’s personality.)
He was almost intrigued to see what she was going to do to him, the way she stepped over. It was almost too close to hex him; a fist or palm to the face seemed more likely. But now she had caught up enough to recognise him, or at least to recognise he was no threat. “Yes, I can see that,” Trystan commented airily, at the last part, the head-biting. He paused to shoot Marigold a cheerful smile to suggest this was all fun-and-games, lest she was at all affected by her mother’s tone and stopped her playing.
“I suppose I could have started with fancy seeing you here?” Trystan continued casually, to Mrs. Davenport. “But I thought that felt rather cliché. But it’s good to see you – warm and dry this time.” Funnily enough, she didn’t seem to be in any better a mood for it. Or maybe that was just because him? No, it couldn’t be – Trystan fancied that would be giving himself far too much credit.
He was almost intrigued to see what she was going to do to him, the way she stepped over. It was almost too close to hex him; a fist or palm to the face seemed more likely. But now she had caught up enough to recognise him, or at least to recognise he was no threat. “Yes, I can see that,” Trystan commented airily, at the last part, the head-biting. He paused to shoot Marigold a cheerful smile to suggest this was all fun-and-games, lest she was at all affected by her mother’s tone and stopped her playing.
“I suppose I could have started with fancy seeing you here?” Trystan continued casually, to Mrs. Davenport. “But I thought that felt rather cliché. But it’s good to see you – warm and dry this time.” Funnily enough, she didn’t seem to be in any better a mood for it. Or maybe that was just because him? No, it couldn’t be – Trystan fancied that would be giving himself far too much credit.
