*tosses the brush to the side, out of the way, and takes your face in her hands* *softly, so softly* You never even considered it, I am sure. Perhaps I was naïve. (You are so unlike anyone else I have met, how was I to know?)
*lets her head fall back, then, and does not bother to disguise her quickening breath, the desire coloring her voice* I shall not... marry for anything more—ah—than business. Never for love. *bites her tongue and presses a hand to her breast, feeling very much the luxury (and, oh, half-undone already)* Not even... for like. *looks at you a bit glossily* Is that so terribly cold?