Note: Elementary AU.
"You would think I would be the acerbic one," Belle comments over the top of her book on roses and their genus.
Gold is trying to tidy the stacks of tomes sat about her wood-panelled sitting room as best he can, his shirtsleeves rolled up to his elbows, but he isn’t putting the books in their proper order and Belle will simply have to do it again later.
She enjoys giving the man one task, however.
She would never ordinarily leave her precious volumes lying about so carelessly, but since her father will not terminate Gold’s contract and the man will not leave of his own volition, she has had to give him some reason to live here besides watching her.
His only reply to her comment, as she lies on the threadbare couch with her heels dangling over the arm, is to exhale gruffly in her general direction.
"Please sir, I want some more."