Romilda felt ill at Lettie's fake tone. This was the sort of woman that Miles left her son around? She shouldn't have been surprised really. But still, at least Lettie was a known quantity, unlike some of the other women she'd heard Liam mention.
Romilda scowled, her lips pursed tightly as her nostrils flared almost imperceptibly. "And here I thought you were the sort of Aunty that thought children should be seen and not heard."
She wanted to say something about the dig at her robes - or at least what she had worn when she was alive, but Lettie was ignoring her, and directing her question to Liam.
She wanted to warn her son away from this woman, but Liam seemed to have that look in his eye that bloody Miles got when someone with breasts walked into the room. Merlin, surely he wasn't noticing things like that already. "It wasn't so much what I wore, but how clever I was at dodging paint. You just watch yourself."