Between the Blackwoods, Sugarmoons and Roisiers Craven and his family had inherited enough houses for them all to live separately. Of course since they did mainly act as a family unit they choose not to. In the end they ended up living in the Blackwood Abode, since the Sugarmoon Residence was technically Fawne’s now she was of age and the Rosier House was being lived in by Craven’s aunt. Besides the Blackwood house was by far the grandest and oldest house.

The Blackwood abode was located in the wizarding section of central London, not far from the ministry but still relatively close to the outskirts of the city centre. All there surrounding neighbours were magical families and the entire cul-de-sac was charmed to reply Muggles; apparently it looked to posh for people to want to willing walk through or that was what they suddenly though anyway. The Blackwood house itself was in the middle of the street, number 13 to be precise. It was as tall as the other houses, three stories not including the roof. But it was a little wider than most, built in dark stone with gargoyles on the windowsills and wooden doors. If anything the house screamed pureblood but it also screamed history. It was an old house, built in and old style but filled with modern magic.

The inside matched the out to some extended through rather than being dark and cold the interior was darkly coloured but warm, the house elves working hard to keep it that way. The roof had been converted with magic to fit even more rooms in the large house, the other rooms being enlarged with magic beyond the laws of normal physics. The rooms were packed with magical artefacts, form portraits to books, nothing was remotely Muggle nor hidden. One of the many benefits of living in a wizarding neighbourhood. The stairs were in the centre of the hall way directly across from the wooden double front doors; many other doors branched off from the hallway and those floors above. Obviously the house was anything but open plan.

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Craven was sat on the bottom step of his stairs, hair in its usual casual disarray as he ran his fingers through it. His mismatched eyes seemed to be nervously glancing at the clock, it wasn’t that he was worried she would get lost; it was just that he was worried someone else would answer the door to her and freak her out, that’s why he was sat waiting. Of course the ‘her’ in question was Rebecca, one of the only people he’d ever invited to his home not even that made him nervous. He just didn’t want her to meet his father without him being there. Orion was a pure blood fanatic and wasn’t happy Rebecca was a hufflepuff. Craven however couldn’t really care less.

He looked at home in the house, sat on the steps in a blood red shirt lighter red pinstripes running through it, sleeves rolled up to his elbows and collar undone to the first four buttons. He looked like a smart mess and it was a style he often held. His bottom half was adorned with black jeans and his feet with black shoes. Despite his father’s hate for Muggles he didn’t mind their clothes or how they looked on his son. Craven sighed now, waiting for his guest to arrive and hoping his family weren’t too bad...

Rebecca sighed to herself as she ran through her house frantically. Yelling for her mother here and there who would look upon her as if she was a crazed lunatic. Some would probably wonder if it was true, but in reality it was just nerves. Nerves that were not only stressed but beyond nervous. Today was the day Craven and her had set up her coming to his home and meeting his family. Of course they were both just friends, but still she wanted to make a good first impression and arriving late was not a good start. The only reason I’m late, she thought annoyed, is because of my mother who insisted I go with her. It had been the day of the week where her mother went to the market and upon going she’d insisted Rebecca go along complaining she didn’t want to go alone. And of course being the lovely daughter she was she went along though grudgingly.

Sighing loudly once again Rebecca stopped in front of her mirror to check her appearance once more before she left. Today her hair was up in a fancy looking bun with a few strands here and there hanging loose and laying along her neck and face in curls. Her dress consisted of a knee length white flowing skirt and a light blue elbow length blouse which brought out the color of her eyes. And finally her shoes which were flats and the color of light blue, almost matching to her blouse. The look was different for her because she never donned skirts and such, but no matter how different it was it looked good. At least in her opinion. Smiling brightly at her thoughts Rebecca finally made her way down the stairs of her home and to her mother who was waiting for her in the kitchen.

Coming up to her mother Rebecca frowned just slightly. They would have to apparate to Craven’s house, something she wasn’t fond of, but even so it was the only way. It was the only way because her home resided in Cardiff which was far from London where Craven resided in. Shaking her thoughts away Rebecca turned to her mother who smiled in turn and linked arms with her daughter. Once Rebecca told her mother the address again they were off spinning as Rebecca held on tight. In a matter of moments Rebecca felt her feet hit the ground and as she opened her eyes she gaped at the house before her. It was to say the least, magnificent. She’d never seen anything like it really. Part of her couldn’t wait to see the inside assuming it was as beautiful as the outside.

Glancing to her mother to see her reaction Rebecca just laughed. “Come on mum I know you wanted to meet Craven and we’re already late so let’s hurry.” Walking arm in arm with her still shocked mother Rebecca lead them both to the door of the Blackwood home. Once they made they’re way up the steps and stopped in front of the door Rebecca dusted herself off, hoping she looked alright, before she knocked on the door; the sound echoing around them. As she stood there Rebecca put on a friendly smile and waited, trying to calm her erratic nerves.

Craven started at the ticking clock in the hall once more, it was a grandfather clock with a large face and it wasn’t exactly helping pass the time any faster. He noticed one of the house elves clean around him and he grimaced, he hated seeing them do all the work but they insisted on it, claiming the felt bad if they didn’t. What strange creatures. They were well treated at least; not beaten for mistakes and dressed in clean cloth. Both were Fawne’s work and something she’d passed onto her mother and Craven, even little Marcus who was only one. His father was the only one with a differing opinion. Despite both Craven and his father being typical Slytherins in some respects they were not alike at all.

Suddenly the nerves hit Craven badly, what it Rebecca didn’t like his house, or them having house elves, or his family at all? Or maybe she wasn’t used to a wizarding home and her shock would alert his father to her blood status. That would leave a very bad impression of his dad since his dad would be awful if she was anything less than pure blood, though none of the rest of the family cared at all. He couldn’t sit and wait any more since every second brought up a new worry. Perhaps he should have just taken her on a tour of London? He had to stand up before he went mad with his thoughts; he began pacing back and forth along the bottom of the wide stair case. He was attempting to keep his thoughts to a minimum as he waited.

He heard murmured voices near his door and with a strangely fast movement he was suddenly stood virtually behind it. Obviously being nervous made him react quicker, taking a few deep breaths he waited for the knock; he was sure it was Rebecca. He took a few deep breaths straightening his smart outfit back into casual disarray and checking his sleeves were still rolled up to the elbow. Shirt or not he had always preferred the polished unkempt look. The door knocked echoed then, around the house, he knew his family would hear but they’d promised to stay out of the way till a little later. With one last calming breath he arranged the crooked grin onto his face opening one side of the double doors with practised ease.

The first thing person he noticed was Rebecca, she looked beautiful and he couldn’t help but grin at her. He’d never seen her in a blouse and skirt before but it suited her well brining out her baby blue eyes that he rather liked. He like her hair too, done in that messy way only girls could achieve. She looked stunning. With the crooked grin still on his lips her turn them to her companion, who he assumed was her mother. He inclined his head to her politely in greeting. Much like a gentleman would.

“Hello Rebecca, Ma’am. I trust you found the house alright?” his voice was carefully polite, after all there was an adult about. But he was almost sure Rebecca would be able to detect the amusement laced under his deep tones.

As Rebecca waited there on the doorstep she let out a deep breathe and could feel her mum beside her holding back a laugh she was trying to hard not to let loose. Glaring slightly at her mum who just put on a knowing grin they both waited as sudden footsteps and sigh made their way through the door. Looking up to her mum Rebecca’s blue eyes excited yet nervous she knew exactly who was behind the door waiting. She felt her mother squeeze her arm gently in reassurance as the door suddenly opened and a grinning Craven stepped out looking magnificent as always.

As Rebecca watched him take in her outfit and appearance she did the same as well her mum forgotten for a moment. He looked as handsome as when she’d met him in the library. He was wearing a red pinstripe shirt with the sleeves pulled up to his elbows, a look she was learning to connect with him. His jeans pants were dark and form fitting just like always, not that she should have been surprised and then his hair which was as usual looking disarrayed, almost looking like that ‘I just got out of bed’ look. Nevertheless she knew Craven’s unkempt look suited him, very well if she had to admit. Grinning at her thoughts Rebecca watched Craven as he then seemed to notice her mother who was still locked arms with her and watching the two with unreadable emotions on her face.

Once Craven spoke Rebecca turned her attention and blue eyes back to him instantly noticing the amusement held in his tone of voice. She smiled softly, almost as if saying behave. Nevertheless she knew he would so in turn she looked from her mother to Craven and spoke. “Mum this is Craven and Craven this is my mum Celeste.” Pausing for a moment she turned back to Craven and nodded. “Yes we found it perfectly fine. And I have to say it’s magnificent Craven.” Trailing off Rebecca felt her mother unlink their arms then watched as she extended a hand in greeting towards Craven.

“It’s wonderful to finally meet you Craven. After all Rebecca here has told me so much about you that I had to meet you for myself. And I absolutely have to agree with my daughter. It’s a beautiful home. It seems to have a lot of history.” Hearing her mother’s words Rebecca could only smile though it was a little forced. She hadn’t told her that much about Craven…okay maybe she had but he didn’t need to know that, did he?

He met Rebecca’s soft grin with a lopsided soft one of his own, as if saying ‘would I misbehave’ it was an endearing smile but still a cheeky one. It was like the cheekiness was inscribed into his very nature. He grinned cockily when she complimented the house, it was something he’d always been proud of the building was his family’s history, all his ancestors having live here at least once. His voice was still deep when he spoke but not as rough as usual a more defined tone littered its words.

“I’m glad you like our home, and it’s wonderful to meet you Celeste. Your daughter is a good friend of mine” had he been in less polite company he would have winked at Rebecca just to see if he could cause a blush from his choice of words, as it was however the best he could do was shoot her a look that clearly said the same as a wink. He turned his mismatched gaze back to Celeste who was now speaking, careful to make sure he was paying rapt attention. He didn’t want her mother to dislike him, nor did he want his parents to dislike her. However he wasn’t giving his friend up for any amount of parental opinion.

He smiled politely at Celeste, it wasn’t the same smile he gave Rebecca, but a polite one obviously reserved for proper company. If it hadn’t been clear before some of his mannerisms hinted towards the pure blood upbringing he was subjected to, just like Fawne’s over polite words. He took Celeste’s hand but rather than shake it he placed a nimble kiss upon it, like a true gentleman before letting go of her hand. He noticed Rebecca’s strained smile at her mother’s words and he couldn’t help but quirk and eyebrow at her. However he said nothing directly and instead stepped out of the door way, using his arms to invite both the girls inside.

“Would you like to come it? ... I am flattered she talks of me so often Miss Celeste, you shall have to inform me of what she says sometime.” He couldn’t resist, his charming but cheeky nature won out in the end and he has to ask, wondering just how Rebecca would react.

OOC: Ehh I hope this makes sense. It was a little hard for me trying to get Rebecca’s mom’s thoughts on Craven and such. Anyways sorry about length! =D

Seeing Craven’s lopsided smile which clearly told her ‘would I misbehave’ she just rolled her eyes playfully a smile still on her face as she introduced both parties. As Craven played the gentlemen and went ahead and told her mother, Celeste, how much of a pleasure it was to meet her Rebecca couldn’t hide the amusement that filled her eyes. She knew once it was just him and her his actions would be nothing even close to gentlemen like, not that she minded too much. The words he said next and the look that he shot her confirmed her earlier thoughts. Looking to Craven she just smiled almost as if saying ‘I’ll get you back for that one’. She knew he was waiting for her to blush, but this time she didn’t. After all if she had what would her mother of thought? Many things, she thought to herself briefly.

As Rebecca came out of her thoughts and listened to her mother and Craven exchange words she watched both of them intently smiling all along. Her mother ever since Rebecca had told her about Craven had been surprised they were actually friends being in completely opposite houses after all. Even so her mother had always been one not to judge and was instantly happy for her daughter. After all everything Rebecca had said lead her mother to believe they were fairly good friends. Something Rebecca hadn’t had since Julianna had left and moved to France. Nevertheless as any mother would she automatically wanted to meet Craven, something Rebecca couldn’t deny her. Though now that she thought about it Rebecca knew her mother would definitely be wondering where the ‘real’ Craven was. After all he was being so polite.

Shaking her head Rebecca watched as Craven took her mother’s out stretched hand and instead of shaking it kissed it before letting go. Biting her bottom lip to keep herself from laughing Rebecca watched her mother smile. As she went on and told Craven about how much she talked about him Rebecca felt herself force a smile. In turn to her reaction Rebecca watched Craven raise an eyebrow her way. She shrugged at him helplessly as he invited them in. Stepping in with her mother Rebecca turned back to Craven as she listened to his words. She glared at him briefly as her mother’s back was turned though she wasn’t truly angry at him. Just slightly embarrassed.

“I’ll come in, but I can only stay for a few minutes. Me and Becca’s father have lunch planned today. And of course I’ll tell you sometime dear, but you might not want to plan anything for that day. There’s so many things she’s told me I’m sure they’d take all day.” As Rebecca heard her mother announce this amusement in her voice Rebecca just blushed as her mother just grinned at both her and Craven. “You know I’m only joking darling. I just had to embarrass you once. I mean come on I am your mother after all.”

“Of course mum.” These were the only words that left Rebecca’s mouth as she took in her mother’s smiling face. Keeping her gaze anywhere but on Craven she took in the scenery before her. As she did this her mother spoke up once again a small sigh coming from her way.

“Well Becca…Craven. I’m sorry to cut our meeting short but your father’s waiting I’m sure. I did tell him I would be there by two.” Watching briefly as her mother glanced to the Grandfather clock near the stairs before smiling at both her and Craven in turn. Making her way to Rebecca she kissed her on the forehead gently. “I’ll see you at home later? And Craven, dear, I have to say before I go your home is as beautiful inside as outside. Do give your parents my compliments?” Moving toward the door as Celeste said this she opened the doors before smiling once more and saying, “It was a pleasure once again Craven, hope to see you soon. Don’t have too much fun you two.” At these words Rebecca waved to her mother calling out a farewell as the door shut behind her.

Once she could no longer hear footsteps is when Rebecca finally turned to Craven to see his reaction. Her blush was now gone and her blue eyes and facial expressions held no real emotion at all just yet. Glancing to his mismatched eyes Rebecca brushed a strand of her hair away from her face before she spoke. “Go ahead and laugh or say what you have been dying to say.”

He watched her glare with an amused expression, amused but falsely innocent like he didn’t have a clue how he was teasing her. Of course he did and he was enjoying every moment of it, though he was being subtle about it since they were still in the company of her mother and despite being a Slytherin through and through he didn’t want to make a bad impression. His attention was drawn from Rebecca to her mother when she began speaking again, watching her take in his house with his eyes.

He had to admit that he was quite glad she was leaving, its not that he didn’t like Rebecca’s mum he just found it hard to be so polite all the time. His voice was still deep and polite when he spoke, though his eyes still held amusement at Rebecca’s obvious discomfort at the topic.

“I couldn’t expect you to be late, but it has been wonderful meeting you and I might have to take you up on your offer. I hope she’s been saying nice things.” He winked causally at Rebecca his normal cheeky attitude falling through the polite mask. Though he soon caught the action and just pretended it never happened, hoping her mother hadn’t noticed.

When Rebecca replied to her mother about being embarrassed he couldn’t help but laugh, though it was appropriate to the situation so thankfully not impolite. The laugh was deep but still light, almost reserved. Not that anyone but himself and Rebecca would notice. However before he could say much else her mum was talking a lot, something about leaving for two and lovely house. He blinked slightly taken aback by her fast speech. However he did catch onto the last sentence about not having too much fun. He wasn’t sure if she’d hear his reply or not, since she was walking out the door now but it didn’t hurt to try.

“I’m sure we’ll behave. Good by Miss. Emery.” His voice was humour filled and rough when he spoke, a tone he often used in Rebecca’s company. He was glad for the lack of parents. Though he was sure they’d end up seeing his today, though he had their word they’d be nice.

As soon as the footsteps were gone he closed the distance between himself and Rebecca, taking her hand in both of his and brushing his lips across her knuckles, in a similar matter to how he’d greeted her mother, only this was more cheeky than polite. He raised an eyebrow at her words, removing one of his hands from hers but leaving the other holding it loosely in his grasp. His voice cheekier now and his words no longer polite.

“Welcome to my home pet, and that colour suits your eyes…I hope you were planning to tell me what you’ve been saying. I’m all curious now…” he smirked that damned Slytherin smile and it was obvious he was as much the same as always at home.

As Rebecca watched Craven there was no doubt he was taking this meeting with her mother very politely but hidden within his persona was amusement, true amusement at her own reactions. Knowing this part of Rebecca wanted to be angry with him because it really wasn’t that funny, but she couldn’t find it in herself to do it. For one she couldn’t be mad at him, it was hard for her to be mad at anyone or at least show it and two she knew if Craven was in this situation she’d also find it amusing, very much so. So with these reasons she made herself repeat through out her mind every time she met his amused gaze or smiles.

As she listened to her mother and Craven converse she took in his house from the staircase in front of them, to the grandfather clock, and how it was set up. It was beyond amazing and she couldn’t help but get lost in her thoughts. That was until she heard Craven speak up. Glancing his way at his words of ‘I hope she’s been saying nice things’ and the wink flashed her way she raised an eyebrow at the sudden flash of cheekiness. Though as it seemed he didn’t take notice or pretend he didn’t she just smiled sweetly at his words. Almost as if saying, innocently, what was there bad to tell? As she glanced to her mother to see if she’d seen she took the sudden amused smile as confirmation that she had. She laughed slightly at this knowing her mother was very observant and the fact that he got caught.

Trailing out of her thoughts Rebecca listened on as her mother came to embarrass her, then speak about the house, giving compliments to his parents, leaving to go meet her father, and last but not least telling them both not to have too much fun. She almost blanched at her mother’s words and Craven’s reply. She could hear her mother’s laughter ring out at his words and she silently promised herself to never put Craven and her mother in the same room again. Though deep down Rebecca knew no matter how hard she tried it wouldn’t happen. They’d meet again and probably, just like this time, embarrass her to no end.

As Rebecca drifted out of her own thoughts and composed herself she listened as her mother’s footsteps died away and finally gazed back to Craven and spoke. Watching him as he made his way over she couldn’t help but smile as he brushed his lips across her knuckles in his usual cheeky manner. She watched as his eyebrows raised at her words and she could only shrug. She was so sure he needed to let go what he’s actually been dying to do or say and she was letting him. He should probably take up the so called offer, she thought to herself slightly amused.

As he stood up and dropped one of his hands away, leaving the other to grasp her hand and hold on to it lightly she gave his hand a gentle squeeze as she listened to his words. She laughed aloud at them and shook her head flashing him one of her smiles. “Thank you for the welcome and the compliment. Why do you think I wore this shirt?” Pausing for a moment she grinned at him. “And about telling you what I’ve been saying….well a lady never tells her secrets and I’m not about to break that. I guess you’ll just have to indulge in that curiosity of yours because I’m not giving away anything.” Saying this Rebecca smiled sweetly at him, almost in a way of rubbing it in before she turned her blue eyes away from him and squeezed his hand once again before saying.

“Well…show me around your lovely home Craven.”

He grinned when she squeezed his hand, now confident he hadn’t wound her up to much in front of her mother. He couldn’t help it to be honest, he was teasing anyway but when Rebecca was around his teasing nature seemed to go into overdrive. He was sure it was because of her personality, without being corny she was the other half of his arrogant nature; the cuter, more embarrassed half of course. He grinned at the thought, the usual Slytherin smirk sliding off his face to be replaced with a lopsided grin only two people really saw; Rebecca and Fawne.

His grin refused to lessen as she laughed, though his eyes glinted with arrogance as he began to speak in reply. It was clear, so far, that being at home didn’t change him too much. His voice was deep and rough like always as he spoke; he tone although sharp somehow smooth.

“Dressing up to visit me pet? I’m honoured, truly I am. As for not indulging my curiosity, we’ll see about that. I do often take no for an answer.” He laughed deeply to show he was joking, he wouldn’t drop the topic but he wouldn’t push her on it. Besides she’d tell him in due time right?

He didn’t really get much more of a chance to say anything since she was smiling, smugly, though sweetly at him as she asked to be shown around his home. He was impressed by the sweet smile; it seemed some of his mischievous was rubbing off on her, in a more feminine way though. Either that or she was mischievous already and he’d just missed it; after all she had played his game in the library. He decided his pause was long enough already and he smirked as he removed her hand from his, bowing in mock greeting and extending his arm to her. Like one would when taking a lady to dinner.

“As you wish pet, you did remember my warning didn’t you?” he was referring to the one about his family’s pureblood habits and his sister’s insanity. If she thought her mother was bad wait till she meets his parents.

He waited until she took his arm before setting off down the hallway to the left of the stairs. As they walked down the corridor, they passed a cleanly dressed house elf, who bowed her head and mumbled greetings that involved the words ‘Miss and Master’ before continuing on her way. Craven didn’t think anything of it, nodding his head at the elf in response. He didn’t even think about what Rebecca’s opinion on the elves would be, it was normal for him after all, at least they were well treated here; due to Fawne mostly. Paintings adorned the walls as they walked, portraits of other members of the Blackwood family moslty; some clearly of the darker persuasion and others seemingly normal. Though they all seemed polite in their moving portraits.

“Humm anywhere you want to see first? Or do you want to see me tormented in front of my family? I always thought you were a bit of a masochist, pet.” He laughed to show he was joking, he didn’t think she was a masochist, though he did think she liked to see his buttons pushed, and watch him react. Just like he did her.

As Rebecca watched the famous Slytherin smirk slide off Craven’s face and have rise the lopsided grin she was beginning to associate with him she smiled brightly. Personally she had to admit she loved it when he smiled. No matter how mischievous it might look to some she could always find the underlining happiness or relief within it. It was a rare scene, at least with others, and she assumed that’s why it made it all the more enjoyable. Rare things were, after all, a very beautiful and amazing sight.

Thinking this Rebecca watched as the grin didn’t lessen at her words, though there was no mistaking the arrogant glint in his mismatched gaze. She laughed quietly at this knowing she would never, at least she assumed, get Craven to smile without any sense of pride, arrogance, or anything of the such. It was a shame really, but then again she knew this was him and she couldn’t and wouldn’t want to change that. He was fine the way he was, at least in her opinion.

Thinking these thoughts she listened to his rough but smooth tones as he spoke. Taking in his words she smiled just a little. Dressing up for him? Who was he kidding, she thought to herself as she finally laughed along with him. Her laughter ringing soft and his deep. “Dressing up for you Craven? Oh no my dear friend I think you got it all wrong. If you remember correctly there are other people, of your family, that I’m supposed to be meeting and of course I want to make a good impression.” Pausing for a moment she let this sink in before a very small smirk adorned her features. “Don’t take no for an answer hmm? Well I think you just did for the moment.” As the smirk slid off her face and into a satisfied grin she turned and spoke about having him show her his home.

When he finally reacted to her comment she felt him pull his hand from hers began to mock bow before her then extend an arm for her taking. She laughed at his actions but took his arm all the same and linked it with hers as she heard him speak. Hearing the words that left his mouth made her glance at him sharply her blue eyes peering at him. She nodded very slowly. She did happen to remember them. She took caution, but really didn’t dwell on the warning. After all she was pretty sure it was the typical family situation for a normal pureblooded house. Though a lot different from her own.

“I do remember what you told me and don’t worry I have been warned.” Flashing a reassuring smile to Craven she couldn’t help the teasing tone that was conjoined with her words. Of course she took his warning seriously, but that didn’t mean she was worried. Not in the least bit, she thought to herself as they began to make their way down the hall with Craven guiding them. As they walked Rebecca took in anything and everything from the colors to the way everything was placed and to the pictures on the wall and the house elves who were acknowledging them. Wait house elves? Almost stopping in her tracks she turned her head, blue eyes taking in the female house elf. She’d never really seen one except for the one’s around Hogwarts and couldn’t help but stare for a moment before she smiled a little then waved. She knew the creatures were used for one’s bidding and of course it bothered her, but she had to think of them as regular human maids. After all that was pretty much what they were right?

Letting out a small but audible sigh at her thoughts Rebecca turned back around and let her blue eyes dwell now on the pictures they were passing. Looking at each one in turn there was no mistaking the air of darkness in some. Nevertheless they weren’t rude or even spoke as Craven and her passed by. Eventually she let out a laugh, a short one which she tried to cover up as a cough, as they walked past the older looking pictures. One in particular standing out to her, the man’s appearance obviously amusing. Though she instantly turned her blue eyes away and concentrated on where they were walking instead.

That’s when Craven’s voice rang out and Rebecca turned to look at him, taking in what he was saying. When she heard him call her a masochist she gaped at him though quickly recovered as she heard his laugh. Sure his words seemed a little harsh, but the laughter told her he was teasing. Almost instantly she smiled at him, in that sweet yet knowing way she had earlier before she spoke.

“If there’s any masochist here I’m sorry to tell you Craven, but it would be you.” Still smiling that sweet smile her eyes twinkled with amusement remembering the library scene. “Though really in answer to your question I’m not sure. How about you start me off with showing me your favorite place? We’ll save your embarrassment until later.” Glancing to Craven as she said this she smiled at him watching him for a reaction.