Ohh, but she likes his theatrics. They wouldn't get on near as much as they do if she didn't. Like Chas, she's one of his oldest friends, though that doesn't seem to be the right term, honestly.
John's carefully lifting out delicate baubles and the like, setting them away when she comes over to stand across from him. There's a soft look that comes over his features when he catches her eye and he has to shake his head. "Fine, yeah, maybe I did, but that is a secret we will both take to our graves. It'll murder my reputation."
Another bit of the box is set out for sorting and putting up. It's a good feel, all this. There's an energy to it, spark of it all that lingers even after bits and bobs get packed away after the holiday. At the mention of a box in particular, his mouth purses, and he arches a brow curiously.
"Noted. Going to tell me about the box or do I have to poke around all nosy-like?"
well, he'll have to do his best to be charming
John's carefully lifting out delicate baubles and the like, setting them away when she comes over to stand across from him. There's a soft look that comes over his features when he catches her eye and he has to shake his head. "Fine, yeah, maybe I did, but that is a secret we will both take to our graves. It'll murder my reputation."
Another bit of the box is set out for sorting and putting up. It's a good feel, all this. There's an energy to it, spark of it all that lingers even after bits and bobs get packed away after the holiday. At the mention of a box in particular, his mouth purses, and he arches a brow curiously.
"Noted. Going to tell me about the box or do I have to poke around all nosy-like?"