Oh, she was perfect. He loved her mind as much as he was drawn to her body. he liked her much better this way too; teasing and carefree; no sign of the fear and disgust she had hidden badly from her former teacher. "I suppose so," he agreed, glad he was wearing the thick embroidered robes which might hide any instinctive action his body might take, looking at her. From where she was sitting he could see high up her skirt, and he didn't need to imagine what was nestling beneath. "Perhaps I ought to take you as my model, Miss Parkinson, and be more forthright." He offered her a grateful little bow. "I do hope the room is to your satisfaction?"