-- setting the teapot to the tray with a rattle* Honey? @PiningGentry @HeroRedeemed
-- never let them go. *eyes wide, his cheeks flushing, he glanced quickly down,-- @PiningGentry @HeroRedeemed
--*glancing up, he met her eyes, stilling for a beat* You hold them tightly to your bossom, and-- @PiningGentry @HeroRedeemed
--from the premise that no one is to be trusted, such that when you find someone who /is/ worthy of your confidence. -- @PiningGentry
--*a shy smile, he launched into a gently mocking of his father's voice* 'George, one must always begin-- @PiningGentry @HeroRedeemed
-- straightening the edges of the pristine cloth* I always find life imitates business in that respect. -- @PiningGentry @HeroRedeemed
-- balm to rattled nerves, he fussed minutely with the linen serviette on @PiningGentry's serving, long fingers-- @HeroRedeemed
-- in the hint of a smile* Well... *tipping the pot forward, the comforting splash of tea serving as a-- @PiningGentry @HeroRedeemed
--over their cups, not /daring/ to meet her eyes lest he cause embarrassment. His mouth quirking-- @PiningGentry @HeroRedeemed
*startled to the core @PiningGentry's show of vulnerability, he faltered for the slightest beat, teapot poised -- @HeroRedeemed
-- beneath her gaze* If I had to guess, I'd say you were in possession of enough instinctive -- @PiningGentry @HeroRedeemed
--*approaching the desk, he set the tray to the surface, directly on top of the waxed Avon crest-- @PiningGentry @HeroRedeemed
--he smiled, casually registering the cant of her chin, clear eyes scanning his desktop* -- @PiningGentry @HeroRedeemed
-- I beg to disagree, Missus Poldark. *pivoting, his gaze warming at the first glimpse of her lovely face, -- @PiningGentry @HeroRedeemed
--grasp the handles, brows rising at his shaking hands, and slowly flexed his uncooperative fingers*-- @PiningGentry @HeroRedeemed
--over the tea tray, suddenly hyper aware of his every slow motion movement, he reached to -- @PiningGentry @HeroRedeemed
*his back to @PiningGentry, he blinked, stung by her words, his throat running dry. Head bowed -- @HeroRedeemed