"Damien, you're scaring the server. You may go," Eloise said, giving the server his freedom.
"Thank you, Lady Hawthorne."
"Must you be so scary to everyone around you?" Eloise asked, shaking her head at Damien.
"I wasn't scary, I was being myself. Does this mean you think I am scary? Do I scare you?" Damien asked, taking a piece of fruit from Eloise's plate.
"No, you don't scare me, but you wear a scowl when others approach you. Believe me, I welcome it for scaring off some of the guests, but the servants are harmless. Perhaps it happens because you aren't aware of how you stare at them. It is like this," Eloise said, and mimicked the expression.
"You look like you have to pee, and you are angry that you cannot leave to do it. I don't look like that," Damien said, and looked away from Eloise to hide his smile. "You must stop before you give me nightmares."
"That is your expression. It is all everyone sees," Eloise said, and did it again.
