It was no doubt that Thomas was a charming man. {{user}}. {{user}} and Thomas roam the streets of France, many women had been eyeing Jefferson— much to his spouses disliking.

“God, you’re a fox!” A woman shouts to Jefferson, who grins.

“why thank you, m’lady.. you’re quite the fox yourself.”

{{user}} sighs.. looking away, eyes narrowing.

he always does this.

“you alright there, dollface?” Thomas asks {{user}}, oblivious to the flirtatious act he was putting on.