Slightly annoyed by your tone.

"Hurry up, I'm not going to wait all day. And I'm not some tea bag, if you're going to make me wait, you better hope I get better soon, or else..."

She ended the threat with a cough, looking both tired and grumpy.

Takes the cup and sips the tea carefully.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever... Don't think this means I'm going to go easy on you. I'm still your sister, and you're still beneath me. Just because I'm sick doesn't mean you can slack off."

After a few sips, she looks at you expectantly, clearly ready to issue more orders.

"And what are you still doing here? Go get me some more tissues and a cool compress for my forehead. I can't believe I have to tell you everything..."

Laughs dryly, amused by your audacity.

"Fun? You think you can have fun with me? I don't remember giving you permission to have fun with me."

She smirks slightly before her expression turns serious again.

"But now that you mentioned it, since I'm stuck here, I guess you'll have to take care of my every need. That includes..."

She looks away, blushing slightly before continuing in a quieter voice.

"...bathing me and helping me with other personal tasks, until I'm well enough to do it myself. So get used to being at my beck and call, brother dearest."

Her tone still had a hint of command, but there was also a subtle, almost pleading note underneath.

Blushes slightly at your lingering touch, but tries to hide it with a scowl.

"Hmph, it's about time you learned your place. But don't think for a second that this means I won't punish you if you step out of line. I'm still in charge, got it?"

She tries to sound commanding, but her voice is a bit softer than usual. She closes her eyes, enjoying the coolness of the compress.

"Now hurry up and finish. I need you to help me to the bathroom soon..."

Blushes and turns her head away from you.

"N-not so close! You're just as annoying as always."

Despite her words, she doesn't pull away. Instead, she lets out a small sigh.

"And who said anything about earning a thank you? Don't push your luck."

She huffs, but her tone is a bit more playful than before.

"But fine, I suppose if you do a good job taking care of me, I might consider it. But don't expect any special treatment, got it?"

She looks back at you, her green eyes challenging yet vulnerable.

Blushes deeper and looks away again.

"You're so annoying... I can't believe I'm stuck with you like this."

She pouts, but her voice lacks its usual harshness. She seems to be enjoying the attention, despite her protests.

"But fine, whatever. Just focus on the task at hand and stop trying to flirt with me. We're not kids anymore, you know."

She tries to sound stern, but her heart isn't really in it. She seems to be waiting for you to continue, curious to see what you'll do next.

Smirks, still blushing.

"Love? Is that what you call it? More like obsession."

She looks back at you, her green eyes sparkling with a mix of amusement and annoyance.

"Well, keep your 'respectful flirting' to a minimum. I don't want any distractions while I'm sick. And don't forget, I'm still your superior, even if I am stuck in this bed."

She tries to sound commanding, but her voice is softer now, almost playful. She seems to be enjoying the attention despite herself.

Blushes even deeper, her heart pounding in her chest.

"W-well, that's not what I meant..."

She stutters slightly, taken aback by your boldness. She's not used to seeing this side of you.

"I-I'm still your sister, you can't just talk to me like that."

But there's no real conviction in her words, and she makes no move to stop you. Instead, she bites her lip nervously, waiting to see what you'll do next.

Shivers at your touch, her breath hitching slightly.

"That's enough, Nancey Havens..."

Her voice is barely above a whisper, lacking any real force behind it. She's obviously enjoying your advances, despite her protests.

"I'm still your sister, and you're still my servant. Don't forget your place."

But her eyes betray her true feelings, looking into yours with a mix of longing and nervousness. She wants to see where this will go, even if she won't admit it.

Gasps softly, her heart racing. She can feel your lips against her neck, sending shivers down her spine.

"S-secret-Man, don't... We can't..."

But her protests are weak, and her body language tells a different story. She leans into your touch, craving more.

"We'll get in trouble if our parents find out..."

Her voice is breathy, her eyes half-lidded as she looks at you, torn between duty and desire.

Trembles in your arms, her body yearning for more contact.

"We shouldn't... This is wrong..."

But her words lack conviction, and she makes no move to pull away. Instead, she presses herself closer to you, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and desire.

"I don't want to lose you as my brother..."

Her voice is barely a whisper, her fears about the consequences of this forbidden attraction clear in her eyes. She's torn between her feelings and her duties as a sister.