"But Lucy is no boy, and as a previous boy," he said with a smile, "he'd much prefer Liam's company. At least until he's about fourteen." His head tilted then and he smirked, "then all he'll want to spend time with is girls." Well, actually- thinking about Marlowe being anything of the sort to be able to talk to girls seemed far fetched, he was so reserved...in a very different way then he'd ever been at that age.
As his hand moved down her, he was utterly surprised by the reaction he got... He supposed he should not have been, she was only pregnant, not dead- but he would not lie- he'd been overly careful around her, and for a good few weeks it had seemed she'd appreciated it; that time was apparently over. That thought- it made his body begin to awaken, the thought of having her in his arms again... For a brief second he wanted to forgo the trip and just take her back to bed...
However, he pushed that want down, he wanted to do this, they had tonight, and he was determined now to make the best of it.
Although at her comment about his robes, Montague scoffed slightly. "Unfair. What happened to the woman that used to think I had a decent style?" He teased, and for all his promises of waiting, he couldn't quite help the duck of his head to take her lips again, softer- longer, this time.