Christopher was smiling, ready to thank her, when Thérèse pricked her finger. He was quick to offer to scoop her hand and examine the damage, looking at her finger. He gently took her hand in his and raised it to his eyeline, the light being dim from only candlelight. He frowned, then mock scolded her, "Ah... I don't think it's deep - just a little scratch. My sister gets them all the time... but you really should be more careful. I doubt I have known such a clumsy lady, first the drunkeness, then the lake, and now your poor little finger..."
As if to make it better, he then raised it to his lips and pressed a gentle kiss to the skin. He could not keep a straight face and ended up smirking at her with a twinkle in his eye. "You really are a force to be reckoned with.