Harkness watched as Primrose reprimanded him with a guarded look. He'd only been playing along, and the kiss had meant absolutely nothing. It was all just a part of the game, wasn't it? Yes, the kiss had been just a little risqué, but he'd got the impression from her that she was up for anything. Not in a bad way, just... she was fun.
As Primrose gave instructions to Janus, Harkness tried to clear his head and work out exactly what he had done wrong. Of course, he wasn't dense, but as he followed Janus to the guest room, he couldn't help but wonder if things should have been done a little differently.
It was then that he scolded himself. Hark, you got too friendly, too quick. What's the rule? Keep it professional. What did you do? Made it personal. Get a grip. This is not a paid job, I can do what I want! What, so... whenever you're not working you're just going to kiss ladies for the hell of it? No, no, no... that wont do, will it, boyo. You'd better go and apologise. He put a hand out to Janus' shoulder, and asked him quietly where he thought Primrose might be going.
The boy suggested the gardens, and with a squeeze to say thank you he turned and went searching, though he couldn't say whether Janus looked pleased to have helped him, or stricken that he'd betrayed his mistress.
With steps falling as silently as a cats, Harkness tailed Primrose into the gardens, making sure to keep a good distance between them.