"Orchids? Really, Douglas?"
He smirked his patented Richardson smirk and waited for the penny to drop. His captain, however, seemed completely oblivious to the meaning of his gift.
"My birthday is in another two weeks. Why now?"
"I was under the impression that sir associates orchids with – well, a certain kind of proposition."
"Oh," Martin uttered in a small voice, nearly dropping the bunch of flowers. Douglas presently relieved him from the burden, placing it onto the coffee table.
"A simple 'yes' or 'no' would suffice," he said smugly, pleased to see Martin's cheeks turn an enticing shade of pink.