George
George couldn't help a crooked grin as Flora played along. As she placed a hand over her heart, drawing his attention down, he raised a brow at her. "I might survive," he conceded. "But it will be a cursed life without your recognition." He sighed, as if for dramatic effect - this despite the smile that still lingered upon his lips.
She reached out to wrap a hand around one of George's biceps, and his lips twitched again as she squeezed. "Ah, but we can't have that," he said, reaching for the hand that had been on his bicep and making as if to tug her against his side, where he can properly support the "faint" woman. "Perhaps a drink will revive you."
She reached out to wrap a hand around one of George's biceps, and his lips twitched again as she squeezed. "Ah, but we can't have that," he said, reaching for the hand that had been on his bicep and making as if to tug her against his side, where he can properly support the "faint" woman. "Perhaps a drink will revive you."
