"I need a favour, get dressed, eh?" John commanded with the utmost confidence that failed to resound within his demeanor.
Sabrina begrudgingly obliged, but said nothing, she knew if John had a favour to ask it must have been important, especially considering his kind behavior backing. She took notice in the way John only slightly averted his eyes as she slid on a simple dress over the intricate stockings she had left on the night prior — to be honest, she was surprised she had managed to make it that far in her changing before she fell asleep, no doubt at the insistence of her siblings. "Whatever you need me to do, I hope it can wait until after I've had a cuppa?"
