[Of course he remembers her wilder days. Their wilder days really. It is something miraculous that she has calmed so much, that she will relax like that in his arms and he leans back against the headboard with her, keeping an arm wrapped loosely, if possessively, around her waist. This is... so good, and the fact that he can say that of a blueblood turns his own smirk into something sappy and desperately fond. He might be getting old, but he's still a huge, romantic dork tbh]
Are you sure? I can't think of anything... [E H E H no sorry having a bit of a hard time saying that with a straight face whoops]
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Are you sure? I can't think of anything... [E H E H no sorry having a bit of a hard time saying that with a straight face whoops]