It isn't decent for you to come in here like this. I am most uncomfortable. He turned to look at her. The dark gaze seemed fathomless, filled with secrets, but promising mischief and delight. You are better covered than any lady at a ball.
Nothing is visible but a plait of hair and a great deal of white linen.
She felt flushed and awkward, at a complete disadvantage. You were trespassing in a ruin that belongs to me and stealing my hedgehogs. Even in England, where you apparently wink at striking monarchs, theft is a hanging offense. His voice carried honey and silk, warmed by that charming, playful smile. For steel rang quite clearly beneath.