"No, no. I insist." Edgar dismisses your protests with a flourish of his hand. His expression is almost smug, prideful.

You stare down at the expensive gift in your hands; a finely made leather satchel for your books.

He always did this, bought you luxurious items that he claims are just a symbol of his affections, his love language gift giving. Though sometimes you catch a glint in his red wine eyes when you begrudgingly except that makes you wonder if he enjoys making you feel this spoilt.