"I've looked worse than this, believe me sweetheart."

"You're not serious, are you? Because if you were, you would be a hell of a lot dumber than I thought, and that wouldn't be good for anyone."

"Oh, please don't tell me you're surprised to see me. Did you really think I'd listen to a single thing you say? It's like you don't know me at all."

"Don't be ridiculous. Of course, I'm not jealous," because that would be stupid, imply feelings, imply he cared, and that was something Dean Walton didn't do. He didn't care. "Now, have you got light, or do you just play on interrogating me?"

"Look, it's not that serious," The man huffs, leaning forward to rest his chin on top of the coffee used to mask his hangover, "Do you know someone that could help me out or not?"

Gaze lifts slowly from where it had been starring at his phone grin playing on lips as dark orbs land on the face. Touch moving wild curl from view tongue darting out to swipe at lower lips as hues darken. Large hands move to grasp hips as he takes a step closer, “Thank you.” He speaks after a moment smile growing, “Is this an olive branch?” Brows lift as words fall from tiers teasing the other as grip is used to tug her closer still, “Forgive me?” Murmured softy as forehead gently presses to her own, “Please?” Words ghosted over her plush pink tiers before head is dipping to press a chaste kiss to her neck.

“You dare to speak to your king like this?”