Harry allowed her to kiss him, his hand brushing her arm as she did so. "Me? Do anything to your darling, delightful sister?" He questioned, although he couldn't help the smirk that pulled at his lips. "She deserved it, anyway." He adds, shrugging, his smirking growing bigger. "It's always fun to tease her, isn't it?"
He pauses then, glancing at the roses. "From an admirer, Abigail? I thought I was the only man for you?" He said, his face becoming overly sad. "And I'd come all this way to give you a token of my appreciation..."