His heart almost stopped as she moved closer, hearing the seats of the sofa rustle with the strange fabric of her trousers, feeling her sit so very close. It reminded the imp of what this truly was, what had just happened to him. This was no dream, no flight of whimsy that attacked him when his defenses were at their weakest. No. This was truly and really Belle, the most remarkable of women that he had ever seen, let alone...let alone loved. And she was here, beside him, talking with him, actually wanting anything to do with him... The imp swallowed back the lump in his throat, his gaze quickly shifting to hers as she began to speak.
And again...his mouth nearly dropped. Alone with him... Even for Belle, it seemed almost too forward for a Lady of her status to request it from him, to simply wish his presence alone in his room. Yet...since when had he ever claimed any form of sanctity to the code the world placed on him? When had it mattered what was "ladylike" or not? Even still, his heart beating faster, Rumpelstiltskin could only nod once at her words... Until his curiosity set in.
This place... "What land have we found ourselves in?" Certainly not the Enchanted Forest. He had traveled the whole of their realm, seen sights that so many would have dreamed of... Including the woman before him. And he had never seen a place so queer and out of sorts as this one. The mode of dress here made even the Southern Islands of their land blush with embarrassment... Not that he minded it at all on Belle, he admitted to himself, fingers twitching. Oh, yes, if she never wore another dress and kept those trousers... Rumpelstiltskin nearly shook his head. Now, now... Much more important matters were to be kept to. Such as how he could leave.