"I'm always here," she muttered, looking down over him so her hair pooled around them both creating a ginger, curly curtain of sorts.

"Oi- you forget I'm the devil's daughter, so you best rethink that." She wrinkled her nose a little at him. Fagin was, as far as she was concerned, the devil himself. The wrinkles only intensified as she blushed, a small dimple visible on her left cheek and the lightest smattering of freckles.

"You're bloody awful."