"It is. Wales and Scotland as well. But you are right to not think me as one so innocent or placid." She smiles at him. "You judge so well on appearances alone. Or is my hand woolen to your touch?"
She looks at him appraisingly, slowly for a moment before meeting his gaze with open hunger. "I propose this, Don Cesare. How about we return to your home and you may have me any way you want."