Gawain hadn’t even seen the news, too wrapped up with his own little world that notice that something was going on that was bigger than him. But right then all he cared about was that Daphne was cold, and he had a way to fix that. His robes were loose and big, and as he wrapped it around her, he put his hands on her waist and grinned, rubbing his prickly cheek on her own. “I rather like it- I think it makes me look rugged, what do you think?” he asked with a grin, kissing the side of her face before moving to her neck, finding that sensitive spot that she seemed to like him touching so much.
“You feel cold. You should let me warm you up at home,” he told her, not even bothering to charm her with overly smooth moves. She’d seen all of them, and he honestly felt that she enjoyed herself more when he was direct and avoided the bull shit flirting that he pulled with every other girl. Gawain was very convinced that he was God’s gift to women, but he was also sure that Daphne was God’s way of giving Gawain one woman that he didn’t want to shove out of bed in the morning.
“I can make you a warm dinner, draw you a bath,” he tempted, black eyes sweeping the field to make sure that no other Greengrass was coming up to slap Gawain for all but snogging their sister. Well. He had snogged her there before, but usually only when they were too impatient to go back to one of their respected homes. “Are you still at the muggle school? You feel tense. I can help with that.”