Lenora suppressed a smile at Evelyn's implication that she would never disobey her. Only because I want anything worth gold, she thought. In the same breadth, the little thief couldn't help but think whether her mistress planned to make a habit of this. Lenora could feign impropriety, but that would only work a time or two at most. Spooning with the young mistress of the house every night would be a grievous inconvenience to her ultimate plan of robbing her blind.
The gears grinding in her mind came to a halt, "Yes, much. The wool blanket is much too itchy," she complained. The maid couldn't see Evelyn much, she was still stiff and uncomfortable beside her. She wasn't uncomfortable at their closeness, or at the feel of Evelyn's fingers playing with her hair, but at the fact that she was enjoying it. They were exquisite, and Lenora made a mental note to steal them from one of the many bedrooms in the house for her own. "Yes, my lady. They're very…very…comfortable," she muttered, sleep was overcoming her despite her trying to fight it. She felt her mistress inch closer, but the maid was too tired to scoot farther away from her. Her body had ceased to be rigid, giving in to the comfort of both the bed and the beautiful woman beside her.
Lenora opened her eyes slightly, looking over at her bedmate. She was fast asleep, her chest rising and falling rhythmically. She took the liberty of brushing hair out of Evelyn's face. "I think I like you better when you're asleep," she said softly. She laughed breathlessly. "Oh, what have I gotten myself into? And what am I to do with you?" It wasn't long before Lenora fell asleep, dreaming of a bed just like this, Evelyn calling her with her finger. This couldn't end well, but at the moment it didn't seem to be a problem for her.