upper crust

"Yet another reason wh-- I beg your pardon...?"

Blake blinked innocently up at H.B., cocking her violet-pixie head lightly in invitation for him to continue his tirade about NLA's failings as they led into its potential, and its most brimming-with-potential leader.

"Take those off."

Now Blake let their lips melt downward, puppy-dog. At the same time, they queried, "Take what off?"

Oh, H.B. was rash, but not nearly enough to snatch the spectacles off of Blake's face himself. Surely she'd drop this bit for another, and preferably soon?

And yet, imitation did remain the sincerest form of flattery...