o2. Ridicule
Sitting in the back of carriage, Sharon wondered if Break even knew how painful he made things for her when he began playing these games. He grinned and winked and played sultry smiles, pantomiming each one of the young Vessalius heir's less-than-subtle flirtations before throwing his head back in a fit of mirth. He turned his head back to face his young charge, his face quickly regaining its own air of inscrutable deviance.
"Still…" he added slyly, watching the girl's flushed features with interest, "he certainly did fit milady's fetish for young boys."
Sharon's face was a mad blur of scarlet now as she turned it vehemently away from her companion.
"Please don't say such imprudent things, Break…" she mumbled, and the jester's brow creased slightly at the tone of desperation and dejection that escaped through her indignation.
Ah. So that's how it was.