Viola's scoffing brought a faint grin to Lachlan's lips, confidence suited her as much as the dress she had crafted with her own two hands. "I don't think a lack of capability will stop people from wanting to try." The gods knew his own hands had been itching to reach out for her from the moment she phased through the door.
He shook his head when she raised her brows. "No." The truth, plain and simple. When he had always been so full of passion and anger, it wouldn't have been a stretch to imagine jealousy woven in too, not when it had such similarities to the emotions he felt day and night. But it wasn't in his nature, and he saw no reason to pretend otherwise. "Protective, yes. But not jealous. So long as I know you are safe, I will rest easy."