Azalea huffed a bit at his response. Perhaps she is not the most sentimental type. She understood the desire to go back, in another time, back when she had her sister and Miles. But life went on, and Azalea adjusted. She made life work for her, no matter what.

”No need to linger on what cannot be. It does little for you. Of course, you can do as you please, but what will it get you?” she asked with a singular movement of her brow. Maybe it is what he needs to hear. Maybe not. She couldn’t tell to be honest.

She smirks at his comment, and ruffles her shoulders, giving a arrogant shake to her head in a playful way. At least he was a man who appreciated a fine woman when he saw one. ”Well of course, I am making them, aren't I?” she said playfully. ”I’ll make um good, perhaps I will give them your smile and eyes, a touch of charm,” she said with a wiggle, poking him on the shoulder with her nose now.

Too bad he wouldn’t be able to claim them as his. They are going to be grand.