“You’ll have to forgive me, Miss Boleyn, I’m unfamiliar with the euphemism.” Did she mean to go drinking? Marauding? There were a number of interests that could catch Roboute’s attention, but most of them involved processing large amounts of data instead of alcohol and chess. Still, he would hear her out.
With a sigh, her tongue met her lips as she licked at them – her lips were dry. ❝ IT MEANT NOTHING — ❞ she said to him. Perhaps it was a mistake to say such a thing to him and Anne was pitifully GLAD that the flirtatious remark went over his head… Even though she DID admit that she lusted over him – what kind of a woman wouldn’t? ❝ But, you’re quite FINE for not knowing what I meant by it. Maybe it’s for the best. ❞