Sir Jacob Frye (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} derailedatrain) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} spinningcompass, |
"Oh love," The smile he gave her was a little tighter than it was genuine and one hand had drifted up to his neck where he lightly played with the shilling that hung from the cord around his neck. Admitting to anything deeper than delight or anger wasn't something Jacob felt comfortable doing and so up went his attempts at defection, of course fiddling with the shilling suggested that she was getting a little too close to the truth, it was harder to play it off. It might have helped if he realized what he was doing but it didn't even cross his mind. "You are far too sweet to me. How could a man be sad here? No one here wants for anything. I assure you I am content in a way I have never been before."
He moved his hand to cover hers, letting it linger a little while before turning to take it in his, bringing it up to his lips where he pressed a feather-light kiss to her knuckles. "You will need to keep your attention on the little one, so I shall leave you to it. Don't worry, I remember my way back. I look forward to seeing you again."