It didn't happen often - he knew his place, knew how to control himself - but Aubrey's eyes rolled almost into the back of his head when the little tyrant ignored him, and bounced again. Damn both his nannies. Damn it all.
Aubrey wiped his hands discreetly on his trousers to get off a measure of coal-dust - and maybe in trepidation, just a touch - and then lurched towards the couch. "Sorry, Master Urquart," he said, Not Sorry in the least, "but that's enough." As abruptly and as firmly as he could manage, expecting an inhuman degree of writhing from the boy, and possibly yelling to boot, Aubrey gripped the boy with both hands and tried to prise him off the furniture.
Aubrey wiped his hands discreetly on his trousers to get off a measure of coal-dust - and maybe in trepidation, just a touch - and then lurched towards the couch. "Sorry, Master Urquart," he said, Not Sorry in the least, "but that's enough." As abruptly and as firmly as he could manage, expecting an inhuman degree of writhing from the boy, and possibly yelling to boot, Aubrey gripped the boy with both hands and tried to prise him off the furniture.
Formerly known as Davis, Elijah Urquart's pet hedgehog.