"Is it your little darling?" Jane Sampson's finger pointed towards what James Black was pointing at with his finger—naturally, it was referring to the leaf card she had given him.
James Black arched an eyebrow, not replying with a yes or a no, but instead asked, "And then?"
Jane Sampson withdrew her hand, her index finger tapping her thumb, her voice soft and coquettish, "Then am I your big darling?"
After he clearly heard what Jane Sampson said, James Black laughed softly, "It isn't, you are."
Of course, James Black didn't expect someone who had drunk too much to be able to think that quickly, so he explained it more clearly in his next sentence.
"I only have you as my treasure."
The person who understood this leapt into his arms the next second, excited and bouncing around like a child.
