Emma didn't think he sounded all that interested in his ancestral home and she wasn't really one to push matters. Still, she thought it was rather pretty, if mildly terrifying. She had a happy childhood in a very modest and very loving household. Her family had been ripped apart by the war and her father was in St. Mungo's and her mother dead and buried. That thought had her feeling cold and she actually moved closer to Adrian as the sadness settled over her for a moment. She missed her mum. She'd loved her so much. They'd been so close. Shaking out her hair, she pushed those awful thoughts aside and laced her fingers with his when he held it out. She liked that. It was nice and comforting and she really was content just to hold his hand. It wasn't like she'd ever be able to do anything else.
Her brows shot up as he pulled her along. "Something you did as a child?" she said, smiling up at him. "I have a feeling you did a lot of not so innocent activities as a child." He didn't seem the type to sit idly by but what did she know? Emma had followed the rules, for the most part but had never really had many adventures. She'd been an only child and read a lot. She wasn't overly active. Still, she enjoyed running and yoga but that was about as active as she got.