He knew more often than not things like this did not live up to expectations. She might have found him attractive, and liked his presence, but all that could shatter at the marriage bed.
He squeezed her hand. "No," he said pointedly at first but took a deep breath and released it. "Perhaps a little. For your sake. Your image might blacken of me after." Many wives just suffered through that part, but he was not sure they enjoyed it. Helen would be different, he told himself.