Gabriel's teasing comment disrupted her reverie. "Why? Are you afraid I've poisoned your food?" he quipped.
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He struck a pose that was a mix of confidence and sensuality, emphasizing his point with a wry smile.
Liz couldn't help but roll her eyes in response. "Well, Master Gabriel, Maid Elizabeth temporarily forgot about that," she quipped, humor dancing in her eyes. "How can I make amends?"
The faint smirk on Gabriel's lips lingered as he watched the interaction unfold. Liz, feeling a mix of amusement and discomfort, quickly averted her gaze. She found herself in a peculiar position, caught between her own nonchalant style and the formality that Gabriel's world demanded.
