Oh dear. Of course Mr. Scrimgeour was witty and good-natured. Nice for him, of course: but now that Rommy had managed to be teasing once she would have to try and keep it up while they danced, and that was a pressure she might have avoided had he been dull and disengaged and humourless.
And she was fairly certain he had meant that as a joke. Keenly aware of his own mortality. Although, who knew: he and his family had suffered through their fair share of trials, hadn’t they? And she had an inkling that his career was something a little serious too. And there had just been the wrecked cruise... (And though all of society knew of the Scrimgeours’ past difficulties, the fact remained that none of those topics were exactly ball-appropriate, were they?)
“Well, I am a healer,” Rommy affirmed, offering her hand with as playful a smile as she could muster, “though I admit daring falls from ballroom heights are not my usual specialty.”
And she was fairly certain he had meant that as a joke. Keenly aware of his own mortality. Although, who knew: he and his family had suffered through their fair share of trials, hadn’t they? And she had an inkling that his career was something a little serious too. And there had just been the wrecked cruise... (And though all of society knew of the Scrimgeours’ past difficulties, the fact remained that none of those topics were exactly ball-appropriate, were they?)
“Well, I am a healer,” Rommy affirmed, offering her hand with as playful a smile as she could muster, “though I admit daring falls from ballroom heights are not my usual specialty.”
