“Generous praise indeed,” Endymion answered, shaking his lightly at not quite as foolish. Given Narcissus had drowned himself of hopeless lovesickness in the end, he had to hope he was a little better off.
But lacking an Echo, Sophie was right. He quirked a smile at her, because Sophie was an exception where most of the staff was concerned – she had adopted some of their idiosyncrasies, indulged them more than most. Which made conversation terribly easy with her.
“I haven’t invited one,” Endymion said with a laugh, since they were joking. But Sophie was dressed to work the masquerade, it seemed (and staff were generally supposed not to speak before they were spoken to, though Millie was an exception to the rule), so he added – “Although you could always wander over tonight and repeat my last word if you suppose I’m getting too full of myself.”
Hopefully she didn’t think he was getting too full of himself, but.
But lacking an Echo, Sophie was right. He quirked a smile at her, because Sophie was an exception where most of the staff was concerned – she had adopted some of their idiosyncrasies, indulged them more than most. Which made conversation terribly easy with her.
“I haven’t invited one,” Endymion said with a laugh, since they were joking. But Sophie was dressed to work the masquerade, it seemed (and staff were generally supposed not to speak before they were spoken to, though Millie was an exception to the rule), so he added – “Although you could always wander over tonight and repeat my last word if you suppose I’m getting too full of myself.”
Hopefully she didn’t think he was getting too full of himself, but.
