Everything about the gift was something that she should have been pleased, perhaps even flattered to receive. Almost any other woman would have been pleased as proverbial punch to see the gown and the expensive bottle of wine. But if one thing were to be said about Eliina... it was that she was not any other woman. Instead of pleasing her, his gift had hit on her every nerve, it had pushed her most volatile of buttons and had been the only thing short of forced coercion that would see her in front of his door.
But it had most certainly worked, if he actually enjoyed seeing an irate woman in his doorway? She would be the first to say that he would get some perverse sort of pleasure out of it.
Then again she did tend to characterize everything he did as perverse.
She waited, heeled foot practically stamping in impatience, for his door to open. She almost hoped he had a maid or someone to open the door so she wouldn't have to even see his face. But she wasn't that lucky a woman apparently. There he was, smirking face staring back at her and it only made her see red even more.
"Oh do shut up." Eliina finally burst out as the package was shoved back toward him. "I don't care what you ever thought you'd see or not. Just take this and never send me anything again."