Her observations about his nature did make him smile fondly as they seemed to just gaze at each other for a while. "Yes, I had considered the possibility, truly," he nodded a little. "I also realised that I very much cared about your opinion. I dared to hope that it would be favourable, but I struggled to see how that could be possible. I worried that you would turn away from me, and I couldn't have blamed anyone but myself," he told her very honestly. "But you surprised me. You seem to look into my soul, you understand it."
Her hand moved, and he felt his breath catch in his throat for a moment. The left arm he had become used to keeping hidden, tucking it neatly inside his coat when he was out walking, deliberately moving it away from people so as not to trouble or disgust them, but Marian had never been like that. And the fact that she was touching him was thrilling enough, but the fact that she had chosen to place her hand only inches from what he considered a hideous deformity and didn't flinch at all... well, she was a special sort. "Adele should hate to ride in the rain, and I'm not sure Darcy would fare much better," he chuckled softly. "I should imagine I can, now. Perhaps with a riding partner on my right just in case," he added, although he was smiling about it. He shouldn't mind if it was Marian nudging him back on track.
"No, I think you are succeeding in keeping me quite warm, my dear..." he told her very softly, and in a moment of boldness he lifted his right hand to tuck a stray curl away from her face, allowing his thumb to gently caress her cheek as he did so.