Daemon poked me in the back with his pen.Lesa's brows arched, but she wisely...

Daemon poked me in the back with his pen.
Lesa's brows arched, but she wisely said nothing as I twisted around. "Yes?"
His half grin was all too familiar. "Reindeer socks today?"
"No. Polka dots."
"Sock mittens?"
"Regular", I said, fighting a stupid grin.
"I'm not sure how I feel about that." He tapped his pen on the edge of his desk. "Regular socks just seem so boring after seeing the reindeer socks."
Lesa cleared her throar. "Reindeer socks?"
"She has these socks that have reindeers on them and are kind of like mitten for the toes." He explained.
"Oh, I have a pair like that," Carissa said, grinning. "But mine have stripes on them. Love them in the winter." I passed Daemon a smug look. My socks were cool.
"Am I the only person who is wondering how you saw her socks"? Lesa asked.
Carissa punched her on the arm.
"We live next door to each other," he reminded her. "I see lots of things."
I shook my head frantically. "No, he doesn't. He hardly sees anything."
"Blushing," he said, pointing at my cheeks with the blue cap of his pen.