Unaccustomed to religious intolerance as many had been unfamiliar with his unquestioning acceptance, Storm did not see the real reason for her delaying the conversation. "I prefer to have such discussions in closed spaces as well," he agreed. "It is easier to focus, that way."
Her admission lit up his demeanor. "I am glad you would enjoy it." And, of course, around all the knightly folk milling about, Lex's dainty, feminine appearance became starkly out of place.
"Are you training to be a nun?" Storm asked, hoping the frank question was not indelicate. She was rather too pretty to be a nun, he thought. In his experience with attractive women, Storm had learned that they didn't quite like to be in positions that hid their prettiness. Gale spent way too long in the mornings, and none of her friends ever looked the worse for wear. Women like that would balk at the idea of being sequestered in a nunnery.