Isobel felt her heart flutter at being handled so and leaned back against him, secure in his arms. He was handsome, just like the songs, and at the risk of sounding like a very silly little girl, she was nearly swept away. Not that she said anything of the sort--that would require speaking.
She settled instead for turning her face into his neck, inhaling his clean, warm scent.
"Where are you staying, milord? So that I might know...know where to send my thanks?"