"Yes." Theodore said slowly, an eyebrow raising at the utter shock reflected on her tone. "Does the concept seem too odd to you?"
"Not insult you? I doubt I can give a promise so grave." Theodore said and paused to look at her, a glint of amusement in his eyes, to show that he was merely joshing. Theodore Nott making jokes. Who knew? Taking his plate in hand, he cut himself a piece and raised the chocolate cake in his mouth. He chewed silently for a moment, allowing the moist cake melt on his tongue, before nodding his approval. "It's sensational." he licked his lips once. "My compliments extend to whoever made this cake. Delicious." he said, eating another small piece, his eyes casted on the plate before him.
"I'm staying in the Castle." Theo said simply, adapting a tone that suggested his reasons were his own, his lips now set in a hard line. He didn't exactly wish to elaborate on the fact that after his father's death, he merely found no reason to go home. It was not exactly something he was comfortable talking to anyone with. "And yourself?" A sip from his champagne and he was once again looking at her expectantly.
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