That little smile and the color that came into her cheeks would have knocked him on his figurative arse, if he had not already been there. And then, she began walking away, and he was floored all over again. The manner in which that incredible skirt swished around as she walked was practically hypnotic.
But, she would likely throw something at him if she knew what he was thinking, so he schooled his features into his best innocent look-- or, at least, he tried to do so,-- and, after retrieving his bow and quiver from where they rested beside the chair he had occupied and slinging them over his back, he followed her.
Although, they were married now, so perhaps she was having thoughts of her own...?
He reined in his libido and replied to what she was telling him. "You're right; that's amazing. Have you read many since you arrived?"
Then, it occurred to him that she had said he could "take them home," which made him think of two things: firstly, that they would finally have a home, together. The camp had been nice whilst she stayed with the outlaws, but it was just that-- the outlaws' camp. Not a home for the two of them.
Also, it reminded him of the computer. Gesturing toward it, he said, "I believe somebody was coming to help me; I should say I'm taken care of." He did so as quickly as possible, and when he got back to Marian, he came up behind her, sliding his arms around her waist. Planting a kiss in her hair, he smiled. "I thanked her, but said my wife had already found me."