Evil wench was she? She could have tried to take revenge for that but honestly, she had stockpiled in the past couple of days and said nothing about it beyond rolling her eyes. "I know you will... And times when only you fancy," she stuck her tongue out at him but said nothing more. She didn't want to talk or think about going to prison or the ways to keep from going there. It was wrong.
Yes, that's right. Man up. She yelped a little in surprise when she was suddenly on the floor. A Hell, really? When they had a nice comfortable bed so close, he wanted to play on the floor? Still, she reached down and hitched up the skirt of the dress a little, showing off her legs but not letting it get so high that it revealed anything else. Like the lack of panties because she honestly hadn't expected to need them should they make up. And they had.
"Oh have you now...? And I thought that was for me to decide," she smirked because she knew it was and it wasn't. There were limits to suffering - any kind of suffering. "Oh aye," she questioned softly, wrapping her arms around his neck as she returned his kiss just as deeply - if not more so. After all, she'd suffered just like he had though it had been more of a personal sacrifice. Maeve curled a leg around one of his, pulling him closer with it.