Whatever she may have been anticipating dissipates in the wake of his revelation - it speaks to how distracted she’s been, or they both have, that such a thing genuinely hadn’t crossed her mind until now, and her eyes widen in mock concern before she inclines forward, bracing a hand against the top of his leg. “You’d best do so. I never would have settled for being an illegal mistress, and I won’t tolerate it now.”

She closes her eyes in the interim, though, a brief hum escaping her as his nose finds a place in her hair. She knows how fond he is of it worn down, brushed sleek, and she reaches up to run her fingers against the slope of his jaw, an absent touch. “Was there more you wanted to speak on, my dear?”