Anne laughed and stroked her delicate fingers down his face to the bite mark on his neck. "I try to be nice, and you turn on me, Master Richard? I suppose no one has ever used an affectionate nickname for you before?" That she could believe, because she highly doubted any woman would put up with him that long.
His last statement made her pause, "Future husband? You do have lofty goals for someone who loathes me so."