He would indeed have to find out, and Gideon suspected he'd have fun doing that. Even with Amelia confirming his suspicion, he didn't know exactly what they looked like, so he'd still have to see it. If she wanted his opinion, she'd defintely get it, too. Then again, she probably wouldn't get it in the form of a verbal affirmation, especially if it was sheer and lacy. Gideon had seen lace lingerie on a woman before, so it wouldn't be the first time. That didn't mean he ever failed to appreciate a good sight when it was in front of his eyes.
"Then let's get going," he said, following her and quickly overtaking her. He wasn't going to be running to get back home, but -- home. It was odd that he'd started thinking about the village as home. First, it was odd that he was living with his grown, formerly-baby newphew Percy, and that was home for a while. Now home was still in the village, but with Amelia. They had a house. It was cool. Gideon snatched up her hand in his once more as they made their way to the house. "Are you wearing it now?" he asked as he opened their front door and pulled her inside.