Ruby Slippers

A commotion seemed to happen at the door, but Octavia couldn't be bothered to care. Instead, she began to pick at her long nails. Another bored sigh escaping her lips when the help seemed to sort themselves out. Honestly, was it truly so difficult to be efficient? Ah, but the clank of armour further proved she knew who delivered her meal. Another reason she did not desire to touch it.

Octavia did not look up when he approached, engrossed in the nothing of picking at her nails. One leg crossed over the other at the knee bounced slightly. The only current indication of her impatience.

Briefly, her eyes flicked to where he set the tray down. Her lip curling slightly.

But he did not depart from her presence. Instead standing there like a clueless slave. Only to drop to a knee and... beg? No. It was too demanding to be begging.

Ummm, no.

It hardly occurred to Octavia he meant anything other than the physical that came first to her mind. The sneer on her lips finally showing a bit more as she tipped her head up to look at him.

Octavia sniffed. I'm not leaving yet. Seeking something else to do with her hands, she began to brush her fingers through some strands of long hair. Her gaze flickered away from him and to what she was doing. As if it were now the most important thing in the world.