He was joking. Of course he was joking. When was he not in such an amiable, cordial mood that only the worst of slights could offend him? Sophie was quite committed to thinking that there was little anyone could do to wipe the smile off his face at any given time. It was likely one of the things she most adored about him; no one around him ever seemed to be in such a horrid mood that it affected him so resolutely he felt the need to withdraw. It seemed far more likely that he would withdraw for some other reason; perhaps a passing butterfly or something so simple as a beautiful flower or a naked veela.
She allowed herself a laugh as he immediately sought to put her at ease. Her own hand drifted up to her collar again, fluttering over the collar before she put her hand down and nodded. She was much more comfortable with a more discreet gesture than an overt one, and she silently thanked him for still seeking to let her in on an inside joke. “If you insist, then I shall do exactly that,” She said with finality, more than happy to have an excuse to keep an eye on him all night. It was hard to keep her anxieties so high when his stance was so relaxed. Subconsciously, she felt her own body release its tension and she gave a soft sigh.
Sophie’s eyes widened as she finally took in the state of his dress - or rather his undress. “Oh my,” She commented, quirking a brow. Her smile tugged at her lips, even wider this time. Well, yes this was more in line with her duties, wasn’t it? Even though it would require her to at least mimic the act of undressing him. Thank Merlin he would be wearing an undershirt. At the thought of being in such close contact with Endymion’s bare skin, her cheeks flamed even further and she stepped forward automatically so she could duck her head and perhaps hide where the direction of her thoughts were headed. “What were you doing whilst dressing yourself? Juggling reading three sonnets at once?” She remarked, her hands immediately moving to his collar to unbutton the top, then match it with the correct buttonhole. She did this with all the subsequent buttons instead of unbuttoning his entire jacket as a whole, the simple action quite soothing as she allowed herself to step into the role of a dutiful servant.
She allowed herself a laugh as he immediately sought to put her at ease. Her own hand drifted up to her collar again, fluttering over the collar before she put her hand down and nodded. She was much more comfortable with a more discreet gesture than an overt one, and she silently thanked him for still seeking to let her in on an inside joke. “If you insist, then I shall do exactly that,” She said with finality, more than happy to have an excuse to keep an eye on him all night. It was hard to keep her anxieties so high when his stance was so relaxed. Subconsciously, she felt her own body release its tension and she gave a soft sigh.
Sophie’s eyes widened as she finally took in the state of his dress - or rather his undress. “Oh my,” She commented, quirking a brow. Her smile tugged at her lips, even wider this time. Well, yes this was more in line with her duties, wasn’t it? Even though it would require her to at least mimic the act of undressing him. Thank Merlin he would be wearing an undershirt. At the thought of being in such close contact with Endymion’s bare skin, her cheeks flamed even further and she stepped forward automatically so she could duck her head and perhaps hide where the direction of her thoughts were headed. “What were you doing whilst dressing yourself? Juggling reading three sonnets at once?” She remarked, her hands immediately moving to his collar to unbutton the top, then match it with the correct buttonhole. She did this with all the subsequent buttons instead of unbuttoning his entire jacket as a whole, the simple action quite soothing as she allowed herself to step into the role of a dutiful servant.