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James looked down, eyes widening.
"I can't possibly go out in this," he said aloud.
Emma chuckled.
"Well, if you do, you'll look as dashing as ever," she reasoned, stifling a laugh.
James pouted.
"To you, yes," he answered.
"But I can't be seen like this by the staff, you know that dear," he reasoned.
Emma sighed exasperatedly.
"I do," she said.
Weirdly enough to Emma, at her mention of the two words, 'I do', James stiffened, which was unlikely of him.
"Was it something I said? You alright?" She asked instantly.
James shook his head.
