Xavier picked up a fork slowly, his expression unreadable as he cut into the omelette. He lifted a piece to his lips, chewing thoughtfully. Seraphina stood over him like a queen awaiting judgment.
"Well?" she demanded.
He set the fork down deliberately, leaned back, and let a slow smile spread across his face. "Not bad. Quite good, actually. For someone whose hands were made for quills and jewels, you're surprisingly capable."
Her eyes narrowed, but her blush betrayed her. "Surprisingly?"
"Yes." He leaned forward now, his hand brushing her waist as he pulled her closer. "I'm surprised… at how much I enjoyed watching you work."
Her lips parted slightly, her composure faltering. Then she smirked again, regaining her footing. "So… you admit I impressed you?"
Xavier tilted his head, lips brushing near her ear as he whispered, "More than impressed." His hand slid a little further along her waist. "I'd say you're dangerous in the kitchen."
