“Eventually.” He said again, this time teasing, understanding the tone of her voice on the thought of staying now however. “I am the heir you know.” He continued before laughing lightly. “No, I plan to be firm with Mother this time- I miss home as much as you do.” Montague said softly, brushing her hair with his fingers again.
When he brought up the family he nearly beamed, laughing good naturedly at her obvious excitement. “Yes, the portrait room. I haven’t been in ages, and I’m sure Aunt Angella is furious to not yet met you.”