Ashley & Mr Darcy
Darcy gave her a short bow in return, and as he did so his eyes cast downward caught sight of her bare legs. Right up to the thigh; pale, naked skin for what seemed like miles. Lifting from his bow again, he was sure that he was blushing brightly. From the sea of skin around them, he was sure that she wasn't the strange one in this situation. He was probably meant to speak now, say something about hair, or her appearance generally, or her invitation - the possibilities swirled about in his brain to be grasped at it, but defied him.
He was almost grateful when she asked a simple question, and he realised what she was referring to. "You may," he responded, almost reluctantly. He was sure she'd feel his heart hammering away and wonder if she was the cause behind the effect.