"Hello, beautiful," he drawled. It was a good thing he had a hot bath drawn for her. His wild child beloved looked like she needed a good dunking.
Agravaine rolled to his feet and slunk toward her with the lazy confidence of a man who knew he was welcome. "Happy birthday, Mrs. Vaisey," he said, bowing slightly as he offered her the rose. There was a badly hidden smirk beneath his charmingly pleasant expression. "I believe you've got enough dirt there to plant it properly."