"You had your reasons, I am sure," Astoria replied dryly.
Had she been mistaken, or had Emma's assertion carried the hint of a threat? Just how dangerous was her new acquantice? A chill ran down the young girl's spine that had nothing to do with temperature.
"I am not doing anything currently," she pointed out. "My sitting warms you?" she mocked with feigned innocence.
Surely Emma knew that feet were imprecise instruments? They were not monkeys, they couldn't perform delicate tasks with their feet. Biting her lower lip, she fought hard to keep from moaning. Why wasn't Emma letting her go?
"We are in the same House, are we not?" she asked in a wavering voice.