"Thank you." Geoffrey ducked his head, and was thankful that he'd managed to avoid his mother's scissors that summer when his hair hid his face, somewhat; he was no doubt blushing, and that was hardly the sort of thing a gentleman should do. Well, not the sort of thin a gentleman should do if he didn't want to be teased...He matched her pace easily, having had a great deal of practice, and shot a shy smile to the side. "You look lovely, too, Aug - Augusta."
Suddenly reddening again, Geoff quickened his pace a bit, stopping short of the portrait to wait for enterance. Did he have to keep nearly slipping? If he kept mauling her name she'd certaintly notice. And what if she didn't think them good enough friends to allow him to call her in such a familiar fashion? And what if -
"Er, I, of course I want to help." Right. Just ignore the near mistake. "I always want to help you Aug - Augusta."
For the love of Merlin.
"And you're good at so many other things. More so than me." Geoffrey smiled, self-effacing as ever when it come to comparison.
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