Pansy had made her way over to the bed, and sat delicately, one leg crossed over the other as she looked at him. She bounced slightly at the edge of the bed, as if testing it’s softness, a small smile on her lips as she tilted her head to the side as if contemplating something.
“I hardly know what you’re talking about, Sir.” Pansy smirked, blinking innocently. “But if you were to ask me, I’d think it’d be more fun not to be a gentleman sometimes.”