Daphne racked her mind for something she could demand Atticus to do. Muck out the stables? Cook a meal? Leap off a roof? With the world's magic at his fingertips, nothing seemed too difficult for her husband to accomplish― except for supporting a potential marriage between Jonah and Cordelia.
"Cat got your tongue, Daphne?" Atticus prompted wickedly, as he watched the gears turn in her head. He couldn't wait to see what she would want him to do.
Hopefully, it'll be something that could strengthen their relationship. It was highly unlikely, but Atticus held out hope that she would want bedroom favors from him. If she wanted to tie him up and step on him, he would gladly oblige.
For Daphne, he would be willing to become a doormat!
"Shush, I'm still thinking," Daphne muttered, biting her lip, completely oblivious to the depraved thoughts that were rattling around in his head.
