Kenton’s jaw literally drops when I open the door, which satisfies me well enough. It’s Milo’s desire I seek, but this is certainly a good sign.
“My lady,” Kenton stammers, bowing his head yet again. “You look…”
He doesn’t seem capable of finding the word, which is fine by me. “Don’t get used to it,” I tease as I step out to close the door behind me. He shuffles backwards awkwardly as I do so. “Way too much effort.”
He offers an amicable chuckle, which I appreciate. He seems a bit less stuffy than those whose messages he delivers, at least. “As you wish,” he says. “If I may.”
He extends his elbow to me, which I accept a bit reluctantly. I don’t like the thought of descending the staircase back town toward Milo on Kenton’s arm, but I suppose I shouldn’t be too resistant of what might ju
