Domitian re-entered the room and found Mr. Prewett leaning atop a desk, which looked both uncomfortable and a little precarious — it wasn’t large enough to make a proper seat for him. Uncomfortable and a little precarious were good descriptors for the situation in general, though, so perhaps it wouldn’t have been any different if he’d elected to sit in the chair like a proper gentleman.
“Well?” he prompted, eyebrow raised. If Mr. Prewett had a shred of honor he might make the offer himself, which would be better for Camilla, but Domitian wasn’t holding out much hope.
“Well?” he prompted, eyebrow raised. If Mr. Prewett had a shred of honor he might make the offer himself, which would be better for Camilla, but Domitian wasn’t holding out much hope.
