Yet that tone had been there long enough for Marian to catch her lower lip between her teeth, to prevent farther prodding for it. Trouble indeed. Because she did want to do things, say things to draw that back out. It did delicious things to her insides, and caused a shiver to run up her spine, one she wasn't quite able to conceal. "Now the guilt I could understand, but they would send you to prison for winning a duel?" The idea was ridiculous. Perhaps things were not overly different from her own time then, though people didn't go to jail for winning something that was meant to keep people out of it.
Though his admission brought on some sadness for him. Her heart ached that he had to go through that with little hope. Before she knew she was going to she settled a hand on his arm, between his shoulder and elbow. "I am glad of it. And hope we have a very loud and obnoxious one to ride through together." Because who else would enjoy such an outing? Most would complain about catching their death, or wet clothes clinging. But to have someone else that would love it as she did? That was rare. The smile at the thought was just as genuine as his. But the color that rose to her cheeks was brought on when she realized she could feel the heat of his arm beneath his frock. And how her mind would wander, if she let it.