Adrian ignored the fact that she'd given him the option to leave. It was absurd. He'd brought her here, he could at least stay until her ankle was healed, besides there was no one else who knew where she was ... not that he really expected anything bad to happen at St. Mungo's. Of course, the sight of a disgustingly large needle disappearing into Emma's rather small hand almost made him rethink his resolve to stay.
Again he ignored her question. This time it was a fear of being rude that kept him silent. His nerves only heightened the amount of sarcastic responses that came to mind. As the assistant healer left, Adrian had closed his eyes and started silently counting. It seemed ridiculous, but it helped him regulate his breathing and limit the amount of rolling his stomach was doing.
He'd reached twenty-seven when she announced that he was pretty, causing his eyes to snap open and pin her with an incredulous stare. "Uh ... thanks?"