All her prior playfulness was gone – even Sophie, who only teased him good-naturedly, and who had teased him about his reflection just before, hadn’t found anything amusing in his confession. Endymion supposed he ought to be grateful for that, if it meant she was taking it seriously.
But something seemed strange with her, all the same. It seemed as though their fun had been lost. “Just one more thing,” Endymion said, all sincerity, though he quirked his eyebrows up to insist it. “Promise you’ll try and enjoy yourself tonight too, if you can.” She would be working, he knew – that was why she was here at all – but she could amuse herself as a quiet wallflower observing the guests just as well as anyone could, he was sure of that.
But something seemed strange with her, all the same. It seemed as though their fun had been lost. “Just one more thing,” Endymion said, all sincerity, though he quirked his eyebrows up to insist it. “Promise you’ll try and enjoy yourself tonight too, if you can.” She would be working, he knew – that was why she was here at all – but she could amuse herself as a quiet wallflower observing the guests just as well as anyone could, he was sure of that.
