The white sheep of the family
Laughing, Loren shook his head. "Not craftier. Scrappier, maybe." Grinning at Weaver, he gave her an amused and knowing look. "I'm sure you could run circles around me if you put your mind to it." His tone was teasing, obviously.
Humming as she took the scone from him, he smirked. "Glad to know you have your priorities straight." As she went on, he narrowed his eyes playfully. "Luckily for you, I'd prefer not to lose out to scones."
When she protested, he just gave her a wicked look. "That wasn't one of the three rules." Still, he set her down easily enough. Slinging an arm over her shoulder, he used that to guide her towards the stairs and then through the hallways to his room. All the while, he played idly with her hair.
Humming as she took the scone from him, he smirked. "Glad to know you have your priorities straight." As she went on, he narrowed his eyes playfully. "Luckily for you, I'd prefer not to lose out to scones."
When she protested, he just gave her a wicked look. "That wasn't one of the three rules." Still, he set her down easily enough. Slinging an arm over her shoulder, he used that to guide her towards the stairs and then through the hallways to his room. All the while, he played idly with her hair.
Will blood tell
