roxanne morton / @corpatrem. ♡
“ you know, harry, i am my own person outside my relationship with eggsy. ” she isn't at all put off by the stiff upper lip. she was raised by a man just like him. she knows how to navigate this. her hands had been clasped behind her back in that military manner, but as she approached his desk, her shoulders relaxed, and she stopped right in front of him with a small smirk threatening to grace her lips. “ i'm perfectly capable of disappointing you all by myself. ”
she unbuttons her tweed jacket before leaning one leg onto his desk, her side facing him as she adjusts the pen holder on his desk. it was at an odd angle. “ it was a compliment. most men your age would be flattered. ”












