After smoothening the creases on her dress, Esme slowly removed her palm from his eyes as she said, ''Take a seat,'' Her face remained straight while she pointed her palm towards the bed.
''Join me,'' Aleister nodded.
The corner of her lips twitched but she still maintained a straight face, ''Sit,'' She repeated. Looking at his unmoving gaze, she added, ''I prefer to stand.''
Aleister sighed, ''You always do that. Is it because you get a better view of my face while standing?" He stroked his jaws as he glanced at he meaningfully, quirking an eyebrow.
Esme's straight face crumbled within an instant and she immediately took a seat on the bed, ''Sit now,'' Her voice was softer than before.
Aleister did not nitpick about it this time and getting what he wanted, he sat on the bed.
Finding the distance between both of them quite little, Esme inched towards the edge of the bed.
Aleister inched closer to her.