She loved the way he looked at her - as if she was all that mattered in the world. Even a woman of her breeding could be swept away by the notion that such a man could center his world on her.
"We have yet to properly try out that lovely chaise on the terrace. The climate charms should have it nice and warm out there." She flitted away in front of him, looking back over her shoulder coyly. "I think you could use some sun, my love. Pale and aristrocratic is my look."