She couldn't help it. Demelza had to laugh. Even if it was soft, and she felt the need to apologise almost straight away, it was basically unavoidable. "Well, at least you asked the girls, right? I mean, I hate to imagine what you might have given me if you'd asked just any other man. Forget that, I'd hate to imagine what would have happened to you had you gotten it into your head to ask Trystan."
She sighed and looked across at him. "Why are you telling me all this?" she queried in a genuinely curious tone. He could have stopped a while ago. It was enough to hear him admit his own embarrassment with having fallen in love with her and she'd forgiven him for the stupid orgasm. Okay, so, it was still a caustic thing to do. But she could get over it. He hadn't hurt her. Just her pride.