In Annalise's eyes, Keegan's reaction appeared to be a silent acquiescence.

In a voice Laced with a touch of coquetry, she pleaded, “Please design for my studio.”

"Well..." Keegan discreetly glanced at Rosalynn, asking for her opinion.

“Is it because you think this order is too small to bother with?"

Annalise whimpered, her eyes adopting a puppy-like gaze.