"You flatter me, sweetheart." He smiled at her, holding her gaze. Henry always did love it when Anne fed his ego. He had come to expect it of her by now.
"What kind of living quarters do they have you in, anyway?" he asked, turning around and taking a few steps around the room. "Surely this is not suitable for the future Queen of England." He didn't think his room was right either; it was entirely too small, and he had learned that later they would expect him to share it as more people moved in. That simply wouldn't do.