“I take that as a yes, then,” Courfeyrac beams, and Combeferre rolls his eyes. But the man seems to have completed his requisite teasing - at least for the time being - for next he clasps Sybil’s hand and brings her knuckles to her lips with genuine sweetness. “You are a very lucky woman, mademoiselle.”
Combeferre blushes. “I don’t suppose I can convince you to keep this to yourself for a short time? I’d like to tell people myself.”
Courfeyrac chuckles. “I promise to try. As I am sure you know, I cannot promise to succeed.”
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Date: 2015-02-20 12:23 am (UTC)Combeferre blushes. “I don’t suppose I can convince you to keep this to yourself for a short time? I’d like to tell people myself.”
Courfeyrac chuckles. “I promise to try. As I am sure you know, I cannot promise to succeed.”
Despite himself, Combeferre grins.