Roman shrugs. "Life's short. Get what you want." His delivery is sincere and oh so aware that it is like he's reciting a bumper sticker.
"I wouldn't cover you in chocolate. Not at first." He's just mature enough to leave out a nuts joke. With his fingers laced in hers they're still putting her temporary home at a distance. "I think it's safe to say you're sweet enough."
"Are you sure about that?" she asks playfully. "If you're willing to find out," Her fingers laced in his, she swings their hands back and forth, the gesture for a moment is almost childlike, "Lay on, MacDuff."
"Willing and able." But more importantly: "The Lady Godfrey is not at home. So." He shrugs. Their hands still swing and there is now a direction to head to. Another house on the lake. In fact close enough to see Lydia's own vacation home. The lights aren't all on. Only a few. It's more of a beacon.
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"Closet for shoes and clothes." Who wouldn't want that?
Ah. There we are. Green eyes gleam."I wouldn't offer if I didn't want to try."
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"I wouldn't cover you in chocolate. Not at first." He's just mature enough to leave out a nuts joke. With his fingers laced in hers they're still putting her temporary home at a distance. "I think it's safe to say you're sweet enough."
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