"Oh," he mused, lowering his voice to a velvety tone, "but princess, all I've been doing here is diligently explaining the formula to you. Don't blame me if you're the one who gets easily distracted." He looked at her like he had no idea what she was talking about.
'This sly wolf,' she muttered in her mind as she narrowed her eyes at him.
'Ignore him, Eve. Just think of him as a comfortable chair.' Nodding to herself in agreement, she shifted and leaned back against his warm, firm embrace as though he were nothing but a chair. "Alright then, can you explain it to me again? I would really like to learn this." She spoke with all seriousness, deliberately ignoring his amused stare.
