“There are many thing I could conceivably expected of you. This, however, was not one of them,” he glanced down at the bouquet of flowers clutched in her grasp. She’d simply asked to stay a few days, it wasn’t as though they were going on a date. The gesture, although well-thought, was more of an annoyance then anything else.
“Thank you, I suppose,” gently prising them from her fingers, almost as though they were deadly. He didn’t generally like keeping flowers in the house -- they tended to attract too many flies as they began to wither.