Mango loco

The comment about lurking in hallways elicited another eyeroll from Raphael, though at the same time he had also accidentally grabbed her ass, so despite the eyeroll he face was also one of embarrassment and apology over it that wasn’t going to go away any time soon. When she added the words, this time, he shuddered slightly, in only that he really hoped there would never be a next time, because once was enough thank you very much.

It then occurred to him she had used the word princesses. Now he knew she wasn’t Orlesian, but now he was mildly curious, and by mildly he honestly meant barely. It definitely meant that him accidentally grabbing her was even more embarrassing, so perhaps it was better he didn’t know what she was a princess of. Easier to be annoyed with her that way. So he let it go, for now.

The conversation about Rory was far more interesting, it was clearly he loved talking about his dog and was a lot kinder in his tone, no sarcasm or annoyance. He sort of shrugged, he hadn’t considered the fact someone might want to steal little Rory.

True, but I mean what would they be doing in the kitchens? Still the thought of it made him worried, maybe he should leave and head back home, or maybe Lucien wouldn’t mind if he kept Rory with him at the part. Do you think anyone would notice if I kept her by my side? She’s quite obedient. Usually I don’t even have to tell her what to do. With that Rory sat down and looked up at the two, tail still waggling, almost as if she’d heard what he said about being well behaved.