Miles chuckled just a little. Perhaps he'd been overseeing the benefits of marriage in his quest to avoid it. But well, Daphne now had moved into the manor, and people would most likely expect him to behave.
If she spoke to him like that every night well, he might be obliged to stay in his own bed for a while. Looking at the clock, he smirked. Still not 9.30.
"Another spin around the dancefloor? Or do you need time to go and gossip?"