"Would you like me better if I was?" he asked, genuinely curious, perched as he was on that slowly-swaying bench seat in the carriage. He gazed at her with intense green-gold eyes, his heavy lashes making him look coy even when he wasn't intending it to be so, and he tilted his head, ran his fingers across the safety bar.
"I'll show you mine if you show me yours," he remarked, glancing toward the hooks. "If you want."