"Clovis," he breathed out heavily. "I may have gone over-board," he admitted to her as she pushed aside his hair. He looked at her with his bright green eyes. A flushed smile formed on his face, and a chuckle escaped him. "A gift it may be, such a source of income, it is not." He shrugged off that concerned.
Clovis looked back towards the party, but realized it was not a place he fit in. He'd rather be amongst gardens and pets. In front of so many drunk aristocrats he felt uncomfortable and out of place. The gossiping, the value in making the most money possible, it was all lost on him. "My lady, I appreciate the time you've spent with me, but I must make my way back to my inn."
He stood, his legs feeling slightly like jello, but able to hold himself up. Clovis bowed to her politely, and then turned to leave.
