Turning to glance at her back over his shoulder, he let his eyes wander down to admire her those endless legs of hers. For someone so short, she seemed to make up for it with them stems. Focusing back on his task at hand, Puck dumped some grains in the filter and moved over to the sink to fill up the pot with water.
“Lady of the evening?” he chuckled. “What is this, the forties?” Not that he knew if that was a term they used in the forties or not, but it sounded old and the forties were old so he was sticking with it. “After everything Jeffery did for you last night and you don’t even offer him breakfast?”
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Date: 2012-03-03 12:34 am (UTC)“Lady of the evening?” he chuckled. “What is this, the forties?” Not that he knew if that was a term they used in the forties or not, but it sounded old and the forties were old so he was sticking with it. “After everything Jeffery did for you last night and you don’t even offer him breakfast?”
Oh yes, that was definitely sarcasm.