Angela smiled softly. She sat on the couch where Sarah was and pulled her head on her lap, she ran her hand through her hair, scratching affectionately. She remembered the time when she was growing up herself, those years ... if not worth cherishing they certainly had a ring to them and how you act in this time certainly has an impact on you for the rest of your life. So she had an idea what the girl was going through. She bends forward and kisses Sarah's forehead very softly, whispering. "Who is it, hon... I'm sure he's a very lucky boy to deserve your affection." She smiled. If Sarah wishes to share with her, she will. If not, Angela made the whole question sound like a statement. She knew Sarah trusted her to a level, but she mostly kept to herself, and it was better if she didn't bothered or pressed her deeper. After all, all the girl needed to know was that Angela is always available if she needed help with anything.<br/><br/>She turned around to see James standing. Raising an eyebrow playfully, she cooed. "I'm sorry, my liege but I don't have a red carpet to lay down for thee, you'll have to excuseth your humble servant and make your way to the dinner table, pretty pleaseth?" She loved being sarcastic with him.<br/><br/>