"I bet you do. She’s even more bloody daring than I thought. Makes me wonder where the innocent princess we all knew disappeared to." Elijah felt a slight wave of heat rush to his cheeks, narrowing his eyebrows before smoothing them back out again. The previous day really wasn’t spent as productively as he would have liked, though he wasn’t quite complaining about how most of their time were taken up by other… Activities. Elijah pursed his lips, noting the rather interested expression Desiree had on her face. Even more blackmail material. Great.
Rolling his eyes fondly at her before raising an eyebrow, the male snorted. True, though; he wouldn’t really have been able to do quite a few things without her. “Oh, yes, I accept Desiree Pomeroy as my great lord and saviour. Bless my wicked mortal soul." He responded plainly, though his rigid expression softened a little as he opened the door for her, quickly following through before glancing at the menu. “Be my guest. All expenses paid by yours truly."
That faint blush of his almost had her feeling second hand embarrassment for his completely lack of immunity to that younger sister of his. Almost. Though not quite.
Looking wickedly delighted over the fake proclamation of submission, Desiree reached up to pat the male's cheek antagonistically. "Much better. Now if only you were always this agreeable." She mused, though mostly only in jest as she turned to consider the menu. Not taking long, as she visited this place quite often, she approached the cashier and placed her order before stepping aside for the other to do the same.
