It was easily decided that she liked that sound. And could see that his chuckle would quickly become one of her favorite. "I suppose you're right. And I guess I wont hold you accountable, and shall forgive such bold actions, should they happen in the future." Though she teased, the idea of it warmed her. Though she tried to not let it show. "Yes, he's one of the few that taught me the longest, and also one of the very few that teaching a woman how to fight was important, where as others thought it as useful as teaching a cat to read."
Marian didn't miss the change in him, and was sorry that she had caused such distress. She definitely made note to be more careful, and go slow where his substitute hand was concerned. There need not be any rush. "It is his nature. He was one gift, from Guy of Gisborne, that I kept. Because he is a beautiful creature and I couldn't bare the thought of what should happen to him should I refuse it. And he has repaid me for such kindness many times over." She pulled a bit of a face. "The horse, not Guy." Because if he recalled the same man stabbed her twice. Once would have been fatal if she had not been brought here.
Still, she did move her hand up his arm, rather than down. It wasn't the touch he seemed to find surprising, after all, it was the where. "Yes well, I do endeavor not to be boring." She added as her fingers traveled over his shoulder. Besides, since when had the wrist given anyone a chase of the shivers?
And then it happened, his lips were on hers, testing at first, giving her the chance to pull away, should she want it. But she didn't. His fingers were bound in her hair, and she didn't want them to leave. Not when she felt she had wanted this for days. Or maybe t was weeks? Months? Years? The ache inside her made it feel as if it were that long, as it unbound, and made her very core weep. And her soul cry out, which fortunately was not as loud as it seemed to her, as the most delicate of moans vibrated against his lips, as her own moved with them.