[The thought that those things were 'classified' had her glance at him knowingly. He had made that far too easy for her to tease which was the only reason she didn't. Instead his fidgeting had her smirking subtly as she caught sight of the sausages cooking away. Well there wasn't much he could screw up with them.
Pulling away to lean back against the counter, she folded her arms casually across her chest.]
no subject
Pulling away to lean back against the counter, she folded her arms casually across her chest.]
Why Master Clovis, you're giving me your sausage.