Jean rolled her eyes. "I don't know. Go meet your friend? How would you feel if I sat there staring at you all day?"
His smirk returned, as playful as ever. "I'd be elated."
Jean huffed and shook her head, though the corners of her lips twitched. "I need someone to assist me. I don't feel great," she admitted with a sigh.
"I'm here, pumpkin. Anything you need," Lucius replied, his voice softening.
She shook her head again, only to wince and flinch. "I have about a dozen reasons why you're wrong," she muttered, though a small smile betrayed her growing fondness.
"You wound me, Jeanie," he said, feigning hurt.
"You stress me, Drakie," she retorted with a smirk of her own.
But before their banter could continue, Lucius stilled, his head cocking slightly. "Someone's coming," he warned.
Jean blinked in confusion. "I hope it's the princess," she said, though there was no certainty in her voice.
"It's not," Lucius replied with ease.