[i]"You don't mean look, do you? You mean poke it and wrap it up.."[/i]

Deep in concentration as he tightly wrapped the swollen ankle, he kept his eyes on her foot.

[b]“Yes because us Military men are sadists who take pleasure in inflicting pain on young women,[/b]” Arthur replied.

[i]"I'm going to try really hard not to kick you."[/i]  She admitted bluntly, [i]"But I can't promise it"[/i]

Arthur snorted in response, as he finished wrapping her swollen foot. 

[b]“That is not very lady like of you. I do feel sorry for the local doctor to have to endure such patient tomorrow morning,”[/b] he said as he returned the smirk. 

[i]"Is it rather fat?”[/i] 

[b]“If I say yes am I going to get sent sprawling to the floor? Because if so then no, that is the daintiest most delicate ankle I have ever laid my eyes up.”[/b] Now at this point a little concerned that he would be sent flying to the floor. 

He finished wrapping the ankle just as the Footman came and left, leaving the tray of tea and scones on the nearby table.