She didn’t actually look pregnant, her clothes still fit and she didn’t have the swell that came with pregnancy, although it was possible that she wasn’t too far along, if she was, at all. Leo wouldn’t put it past her to use this scheme to force his hand into marriage, given that she wasn’t getting any younger. Well, it certainly wasn’t going to be him that she trapped! He tore his gaze away from her as she snapped at him, and he felt himself relax when Estelle confirmed no one else knew. That made it easier, then.
She got closer, and Leo just leaned back against the couch, smirking at her. “It doesn’t need to be a bed, darling,” he mocked her with the nickname, spitting it out like it tasted like shit in his mouth. He’d never call her anything sweet like that. “Sex is what leads to children. What do you think the bed does to aid that?” Leo was more curious than anything to hear her rationale behind it. He wanted to hear about stupid she sounded so he could throw back in her face, laugh at her. At least Estelle Malfoy was a pretty girl - she had absolutely nothing else going for her.
(And yet there was something that made Leo keep coming back.)
Leo silently cast muffliato, lest his nosy staff come around to try to hear what the ruckus was about. He stood then, taking a few steps forward so he could rest his hands against her hips, even if just for a moment. “What do you expect me to do about this… problem?” And how did she expect him to trust that she was telling the truth? Not that it mattered – this only ended in one way, and it wasn’t him becoming a father.
She got closer, and Leo just leaned back against the couch, smirking at her. “It doesn’t need to be a bed, darling,” he mocked her with the nickname, spitting it out like it tasted like shit in his mouth. He’d never call her anything sweet like that. “Sex is what leads to children. What do you think the bed does to aid that?” Leo was more curious than anything to hear her rationale behind it. He wanted to hear about stupid she sounded so he could throw back in her face, laugh at her. At least Estelle Malfoy was a pretty girl - she had absolutely nothing else going for her.
(And yet there was something that made Leo keep coming back.)
Leo silently cast muffliato, lest his nosy staff come around to try to hear what the ruckus was about. He stood then, taking a few steps forward so he could rest his hands against her hips, even if just for a moment. “What do you expect me to do about this… problem?” And how did she expect him to trust that she was telling the truth? Not that it mattered – this only ended in one way, and it wasn’t him becoming a father.