"I couldn't see you as a cold blooded killer anyway. Not unless driven to absolute madness, and even then..." Marian paused, making sure her eyes met his."Even then I couldn't see it. You have too kind a heart, Edward Rochester. And I have reason to believe that you thought I would think you a scoundrel and cad with all you had told me. But instead I saw your heart." She had met true scoundrels, and true cads, and she wouldn't put them in the same room as him.
She trailed her hand down his sleeve, to rest on his forearm. Now that the bridge was gaped she found she didn't want to lose contact. She could practically feel her heart in her throat. "Good, I'd say I might be jealous if you did. Unless it was with Adele. Or Darcy." She couldn't resist the tease. Even if it did darken the pink of her cheeks. It was one thing to flirt with him so boldly on the phone, and through text, it was different seeing such flirtation's affects on him.
Marian glanced toward the hearth. "I'm not cold, though I will admit I had been thinking about a fire before you came in. But," She cut her look back to him, a cheeky grin fighting for place on her lips. "Now I loath to get up. Are you cold?"