All she could do was stare back at him.
Then he withdrew as if he had not just threatened her and assumed his seat.
The last time she had seen this side of him had been when she dared him and he cut off her hair.
So there was still a mischievous side to him…
But there was no point testing him…
He had already assured her that he was a soldier through and through - and such a silly experiment was not worth someone's job.
"Have a seat, Sawyer." She said, her eyes never leaving his.
His smirk remained even when he picked up his paper and began arranging them.
The man at the center of the whole discourse took the seat beside her quite hesitantly, as though he was afraid of the seat itself.
"Yes… my lady?"
She turned to face him.
Fickle jumped into her lap and snuggled against her.
"Have you fed it this morning?" She asked.
Without looking up, he said, "What do you take me for?"
