Josephine didn't feel comfortable with Clayton's blunt compliments, but she was more than flattered and she knew how to respond. It was very simple really, to tilt her head and smile, peering back at him through her curls. If her motions did not make her charming the very real blush on her cheeks would.

"That's nice of you Mister Hainsworth."

"I was going to head back to the castle, Though..if you're heading somewhere, I could escort you.."

"Oh, I don't know where I'm going." Josie said with a laugh. "I was looking for a friend."

She slipped back into the dressing room and struggled untie the back of the robes.

"Seems a shame for you to walk about alone though, prehaps I should be the one to escort you...Ouch. Drat!"

She kicked herself free of the robe and then carefully rehung it before slipping back into her robes. She then emerged from the dressing room again, curls only a bit more tousled.


'Love me like your eyes; but that is not enough: like yourself, more than yourself, than your thoughts, your life, all of you. Till then, a thousand kisses, mio dolce amor! but give me none back for they set my blood on fire. ' -Bonaparte