Oh Lord. The choice of wording made him blush.
“Oh uh. You can do. Do whatever you want. My house is your house.” he smiled at her before slowly sitting down on the floor. Roxy, spotting this, bound over to him and climbed into his lap, barking at him. “Yes, yes I know. You have a friend, a little girl! But she’ll be bigger than you one day. So be nice.” he said gently a she stroked her ears.
Being a bit more daring still, she crawled over towards him and put her head in his lap, giving him a smile. “I don’t think we’ve really discussed sleeping arrangements, Mr. Maple,” she cooed gently, her eyelashes fluttering slightly, tone flirty.
Operation Make-Jack-Blush-A-Lot-And-Be-More-Open was underway!
Operation Make-Jack-Blush-A-Lot-And-Be-More-Open was a complete success before she even said any words. A brilliant purple blush washes over his face as he looks down at her, head in his lap, and gives a little laugh. Oh word.
“Sleeping arrangements?” he asks, before adding, “M-Miss Foster? Well. I could let you sleep on my beanbag or…. or,” he’s still so purple but trying so hard to do this for her, “or I can let you sleep in my bed. With me.”
Jack Maple 