"You professed to be intoxicated," he replied promptly. "I assumed you needed assistance."
Looking down, he realized she was strangely exposed. She looked...more delicate. Softer. He supposed that was the point, although vague memories of Chastity came to mind. Meg was not Chastity. He couldn't explain what the difference was, but it was becoming increasingly difficult to remove his eyes from her chest.
He swallowed hard, some of that apprehension he'd felt in the brothel returning as she drew nearer. "I...I erm...it is very difficult to speak to you this way."