“Very persuasive,” Summer whispered, “but I am still not convinced. You are demonstrating your bias very clearly.” Her eyes crinkle with her mischievous smile.
Mordred pulled away, arching a brow. “And may my lady give me a suggestion as to how I would be able to convince her?”
“Perhaps if my lord were to be descriptive?” She brushed a fingertip over his mouth. “Of course, what you were doing is fine too.”