Eve fell silent for longer than a minute.
Was it so obvious?
She rubbed her sweaty palms against her bodice in an unladylike and childish gesture and huffed through her nose.
"What sort of ludicrous comparison is that?"
But, by all the laws, she was a few seconds away from throwing her sanity and morals into the deepest ditch and placing those beautiful hands on her…
Gods…
Did she even have any sanity left?
He stood as well, reminding her instantly how much he towered over her.
"Sit down and rest." She said automatically.
He grabbed the bottle of brandy between his two wrists and handed it to her.
"What should I do with it?"
He gave her a caustic look - the type one would give to a child who had a habit of asking very stupid questions.
"Place the lid over it."
She looked around for the lid. Not finding it on the table or on the surrounding floor, she went down on her hands and knees to look under the table.
"Can you see it?"
"No. It is much too dark…" She responded.
