*curls her hand lightly within yours and traces her free fingertips down the line of your jaw, over your lips (soft and pliable, so unlike the man himself—except in this moment)* *murmurs thoughtfully* That is well. I do not think I could escape your collection, if ever I were ensnared so.
*shifts her legs against yours and smiles, her eyes sparkling* Oh, but perhaps you might consent to be seen with me in public on occasion? *and you must see that it is almost entirely in jest, when this is far too private an affair for flashing lights and a cold world's amusement*