Her response had him rolling his eyes slightly; ingrates that couldn't even dress properly without assistance. Although, given it was the Queen, Daemon could grant a little leeway; women's garments always seemed overly complicated to get in and out of.
Daemon stared after her as she stepped back into the kitchen, and his warm affection was no lesser when she returned. And admittedly, he was in somewhat of the same boat. Their previous times together had been almost by accident; quick meetings in the hallway, or stolen moments when he did his best to make her smile, flirt like a dervish, and make her acutely aware of his interest.
And, bless her, she hadn't one slapped him or brushed him off. Which led him to believe that she did, at least, return some of his interest, all the gods willing.
"Not to worry, Daemon assured her, plowing a hand through his hair and rubbing the back of his neck, "I'm the same way, promise. But, why don't we..." He glanced around the room, then gestured. "Sit down, at least." He took her hand to lead her to the small divan near the fireplace, same as he might do for a queen at a ball.
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Daemon stared after her as she stepped back into the kitchen, and his warm affection was no lesser when she returned. And admittedly, he was in somewhat of the same boat. Their previous times together had been almost by accident; quick meetings in the hallway, or stolen moments when he did his best to make her smile, flirt like a dervish, and make her acutely aware of his interest.
And, bless her, she hadn't one slapped him or brushed him off. Which led him to believe that she did, at least, return some of his interest, all the gods willing.
"Not to worry, Daemon assured her, plowing a hand through his hair and rubbing the back of his neck, "I'm the same way, promise. But, why don't we..." He glanced around the room, then gestured. "Sit down, at least." He took her hand to lead her to the small divan near the fireplace, same as he might do for a queen at a ball.