"Lady Irene?" Soft knocking alerted the Scarlet Despair from her daily makeup session.
She frowned at the mirror, "Come in Neinhart."
Tiptoeing into the room, Neinhart presented a heavily decorative teacup, "It is Pink Rose, as you asked."
A small smile to the mirror signaled Neinhart to tentatively place the teacup down onto the wooden table.
"I hope it will be to your liking." he added.
Irene ignored the Spriggan's comment, instead focusing on her reflection. With her finger, she sharpened the gloss so it followed the exact shape of her lips - as it always should.
She finally said, "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."
"Huh?" Neinhart perked up behind her. Immediately he looked away, reddened ears betraying his thoughts, "Why...thank yo-"
It was almost too funny.
"I wasn't talking to you Neinhart." she snickered behind her palm.
How pitiable.
Neinhart's face hardened to stone making Irene burst into laughter.
He didn't speak another word for the rest of the afternoon.