“- and so you should -” Tyb cut in promptly, feeling that Witch Weekly was far better suited to being his terrain, although Elsie was too clever to be reading such delicious drivel anyway. But in spite of any misgivings, he couldn’t help the rush of satisfaction that blazed up the moment she said it might be alright. Alright! The cheek of it; what a criminal understatement.
“Stop doing that, you’re going to make me blush,” he moaned, even though she had only raised an eyebrow the tiniest amount and was doing a great deal better at being subtle than he, even in arranging a secret midnight tryst! He chewed down on the inside of his mouth to stop himself even thinking about it, though he half wished people in the room could hear this for posterity, because look who was the corrupting influence here! Elsie had been ruined, quite ruined, and now she was wreaking her revenge.
“Mmm, yes, I quite agree, the Ministry, blah blah blah, indeed, very delectable regulations -” Tybalt said spontaneously, with perfect enunciation, spewing nonsense just in case anyone was extraordinarily nosy and happened to be able to lip-read a silent conversation. (Hopefully no one was a legilimens, either, or this was all useless anyway, because his mind right now was really not hard to read.) “Maybe don’t bother with the corset this time,” he advised.
“Stop doing that, you’re going to make me blush,” he moaned, even though she had only raised an eyebrow the tiniest amount and was doing a great deal better at being subtle than he, even in arranging a secret midnight tryst! He chewed down on the inside of his mouth to stop himself even thinking about it, though he half wished people in the room could hear this for posterity, because look who was the corrupting influence here! Elsie had been ruined, quite ruined, and now she was wreaking her revenge.
“Mmm, yes, I quite agree, the Ministry, blah blah blah, indeed, very delectable regulations -” Tybalt said spontaneously, with perfect enunciation, spewing nonsense just in case anyone was extraordinarily nosy and happened to be able to lip-read a silent conversation. (Hopefully no one was a legilimens, either, or this was all useless anyway, because his mind right now was really not hard to read.) “Maybe don’t bother with the corset this time,” he advised.
