@villian-or-hero || x
“Because you’re insufferable and cannot seem able to catch a hint!”
Hands rest on her hips as she offers him as much of a deadly glare as she can, as if that would somehow make him go away. She knows it won’t, for Jack is as persistent and resistant as a goddamned cockroach, but even so, she refuses to treat him with even an ounce of kindness. Perhaps she’s just jealous about his closeness with Master Glen, or perhaps it’s that nagging feeling in the back of her mind that tells her something about Jack is…off.
Lotti doesn’t trust any men outside of the Baskervilles, after all.
“I’m sure you’ve said this to at least two maidens by now, and it’s not even tea time.” she huffs, feeling her cheeks warm up slightly at the word ‘beauty’. Charlotte doesn’t consider herself beautiful, not even draped in the finest fabrics, and she knows he must’ve already sensed it, and is using her hesitation as a weapon against her, “Do you really think I’d believe you just woke up with a desire to give me a flower? You insult my intelligence. Now, tell me what you really want and we can get this whole circus over with.”
