Maryanne knew, from what she knew from history books, that he was right. Because Eliza lived another 50 years past him and didn't remarry, and spent it caring for Angelica, and securing his legacy. But she had a feeling that Alexander would grieve himself to death, or work himself to death, if he spent the time he had here alone. So while it wasn't truthful... "I don't think Eliza would want you alone Alexander. If she knew what this place was like, especially in the quiet of the night..." She closed her eyes and shook her head lightly, as if keeping herself from going all the way to that place. "And she probably would have handpicked Liberty." She said after a moment. "If anyone has a moral objection, they had best have a spick and span record themselves. Because if I know one thing about the bible it's God does not like hypocrites 'Judge not, lest ye be judged'." She punctuated that quote with a stern nod.
No, he didn't hide that befuddled look very well. "Instead of asking you, what put that look there, I'm going to elaborate. Because I realize in hindsight, that might not have come out how I wanted it to. I was referring to my heart as the gaping hole, because while I have plenty of room for familial, and platonic love, I don't have the area required for romantic love." And while that sounded sad, she chuckled just a little. "And in case the mention of 'touched me' was taken the wrong way, because I mentioned the fathers of my children... I meant people who made me care about them, I never slept with M..." She stopped partway into his name, because a memory that had been buried resurfaced. "I never slept with Vampire Mitchell." She elaborated instead. Because that wasn't a lie.
She propped her elbow up as she listened to him. Sure their circumstances were different, but it was like he knew exactly how she felt every time. And like she promised she was tuned into his every word. "First, that's what we get for having smart kids. They're always going to figure stuff out that we don't want them to. Second, you never talk too much. Never." She would hammer that last point in every time she felt like she needed to. But there was also the point that he could have gone back, like with his 'fever dream' and just didn't tell Philip about it. But, to keep from any backward steps, she wouldn't mention that part.
"I vaguely remember the giggling. And can I call bullshit? Because I was absolutely trying to keep up with you that night." She teased, with a little bit of a chuckle. Because why not?
"Then you don't hide it, you tell her the truth. It's a learning aid because otherwise there might be difficulties being sexy and removing her bra. Unless giggling while you're trying out your moves on her wont be a turn off... And if she hasn't found it, just throw it in the garbage when you feel like you've aced it." She wasn't pushing too hard, but she felt that it was important. Especially for their first time together. "The reason I have eight children is because Tony's mad skills with taking off a bra. I mean I could've been minding my own business cleaning up after the kids, and he'd walk in from tinkering in his workshop, just walk past me like barely pause, and I wouldn't realize he'd undone it until he was on the couch with a 'cat that ate the canary' smile on his face." And she hoped with his overestimation of her powers that he'd get what that meant.
She did end up giggling at him though. "I wasn't going to. You're just going to have to wait, and find out. Panties aren't hard. But I am also fully aware that there were nothing but skirts for women in 1784. I felt fully exposed even with that gigantic dress on at Adam's."