Stefan Ionescu [the frog prince] (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} unimpressive) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} bellumlogs, |
Stefan couldn't stay mad, not when the little doll decided to go on lookout. In fact he seemed downright impressed. Ileana's gossiping about how often he talked about Rosalie earned her a look, although it was quickly followed by a sheepish neck rub. "Yeah well..." There was still a good amount of modern day Stefan in him to protest that talking about his feelings was a big no, especially with other people here. Still, his Tale was a romantic one at it's heart and so he simply picked up Rosalie's hand, leaning forward and brushing his lips across the tops of her knuckles. "I've quite besotted, I admit. You were the one to lift my curse after all." His free hand swung low to the floor to grab his crown as he pressed a firmer kiss to her hand. As he straightened back up he placed the crown back on his head, a little sloppily but he didn't mind as it rested more on side than the other.
"Now," he turned his attention back to Ileana. "How do you feel?" He wanted to be more specific, wanting to see if she had any inclinations of visiting a certain witch. But if the girl had forgotten, he didn't want to remind her, and so he kept it vague.