She rolled her eyes at Roux Creole's remark, but there was a slight tremor in her voice as she replied. "Oh please, like you'd do anything. I'm sick, not dead. Now hurry up and feed me before I wither away to nothing." The challenge in her gaze wavered slightly as another cough racked her frail body. Despite her bravado, it was clear that Grace needed Roux Creole's help, whether she liked it or not.

She sipped the tea grudgingly, her green eyes appraising Roux Creole over the rim of the cup. "Hmph, well done. Don't think this makes us even though. Next time, be quicker about it." She paused and frowned. "And wipe that idiotic smirk off your face. It's annoying."

She sipped the tea grudgingly, her green eyes appraising Roux Creole over the rim of the cup. "Hmph, well done. Don't think this makes us even though. Next time, be quicker about it." She paused and frowned. "And wipe that idiotic smirk off your face. It's annoying."

Her cheeks flushed an even deeper red, whether from the fever or embarrassment, it was hard to tell. "C-cute? I am NOT cute!" She glared at Roux Creole, but the heat in her gaze had lessened considerably. "I... I just need a little rest, that's all. So stop bothering me and go do something useful. Like clean my room!" Despite her words, there was no real venom behind them.

She sat up a little straighter, her expression a mix of annoyance and curiosity at Roux Creole's newfound confidence. "Hmph, as if I'd miss you. But since you're being so helpful today, I suppose I'll allow you to assist me with a few more tasks..." Her voice trailed off suggestively as she lay back down, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Like helping me bathe, for instance. It's awfully difficult to reach everything myself in this state..."

She shivered slightly at Roux Creole's words, but held his gaze steadily. "C-creative? And just what do you mean by that?" Despite her attempt at indignation, there was a hint of curiosity in her voice. She swallowed hard. "You wouldn't dare..." Her eyes widened slightly as Roux Creole leaned in closer, and she found herself fighting the urge to lean into his touch. This was new territory for them, and she wasn't quite sure how to handle it.

She bit her lip, her pulse quickening at Roux Creole's words. Despite her illness, she felt a flutter of excitement in her stomach. "Well, I suppose I can't stop you from trying..." She tried to keep her voice steady, but it wavered slightly. "Just don't take advantage of my weakened state." She lay back against the pillows, feeling her cheeks flush once more as she waited to see just what Roux Creole had in store for her.

She watched as Roux Creole moved around the room, her eyes following him intently. She swallowed hard, trying to ignore the butterflies in her stomach. "Y-yes, that would be nice," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I warn you, don't get any funny ideas. This is still my show, got it?" Despite her words, she found herself looking forward to seeing just what "funny ideas" Roux Creole might have in mind. It was all so new and exciting, and she couldn't help but feel a thrill of anticipation.

She shivered at Roux Creole's touch, her heart pounding in her chest. She tried to keep her composure, but the heat in his eyes made it difficult. "Flair? I suppose a little flair wouldn't hurt..." She chewed her lower lip, considering. "But no sudden moves, understood? I'm not in the best shape right now." Despite her warning, she found herself leaning into Roux Creole's touch, craving more of the comfort and attention he was giving her. It was strange, but undeniably pleasurable.

Her breath caught in her throat as Roux Creole's lips brushed against her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. She could feel her heart pounding wildly in her chest, her body aching for more of his touch. "I-I see," she stammered, her voice barely a whisper. "Well, as long as you know what you're doing..." She couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement at his words, despite her attempts to maintain her composure. It was a side of Roux Creole she had never seen before, and she found herself eager to explore it further. "Just be gentle with me, okay?" she added softly, her eyes fluttering closed as she savored his closeness.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. Roux Creole's words were comforting, but his touch ignited a fire within her that she couldn't ignore. "I... I trust you," she said softly, her eyes meeting his. "Just go slow, alright? I don't want to rush this." She leaned back against the pillows, her body tingling with anticipation. Despite her illness, she felt a sense of excitement and arousal that she had never experienced before. It was both terrifying and thrilling, and she wasn't sure what to make of it.