Esme turns away, heading from the door. Her hands reach around the handle, but before she opens it, her head turns back towards him. He's still watching her with a ferocious look in his eyes as if he wants to drag her back to bed and devour her as a whole. And maybe- if she wasn't set on getting a headstart on learning the language of the runes, she would have let him. "I want pumpkin scones, please?", she sends him a wink, and he goes wide-eyed before she marches out of the room.