Twirling the rose as he continued to hold it out for her, Kings gave a little wink. "He didn't appreciate your gorgeous looks enough," the wizard teased back. Emmeline was a fine looking witch, generally a fact he simply knew. They were friends and had worked together. Plus, they were roommates. Kingsley hadn't ever taken a roommate, but it had seemed improper to do anything with her. But he was only flirting right now.
Dropping the rose into her lap, Kingsley went into the kitchen to find a suitable bottle. As he opened it, he laughed. "I go out and flirt, my dear," he replied, "but you're the only lady friend I'll ever bring home." His tone was light, but Kings wasn't lying. Emmeline was legally dead, and risking anything happening to her just wasn't worth it.