Her words were tempting- far more than they ever had been, before, but something in Julius still wouldn't let him take up the offer. Perhaps it was his father's influence, reminding him to do the right thing, no matter how difficult (or hopeless) it might seem at the time. So, instead, Julius released her wrists and stepped back, replying, simply, "I have to go to the main house first." He had to talk to her papa- he had messed up enough of this already, he could at least attempt to do part of it correctly. While the idea of asking for Genevieve's hand, formally, was terrifying- Julius knew he had to at least try, rather than once again taking the coward's route and running away. "Wait here," he added, turning to leave the stables- he knew well enough that Genevieve likely wouldn't, but still.