When she was right, she was right. He would have said something to that effect, except that then she was kissing him again, and speaking was low on his list of priorities.
However, he did not want to make a spectacle of her, and gently stepped back, taking her hand again. "I am looking forward to seeing your home," he told her honestly. He figured that it would be a far cry from either Knighton Hall or any other dwelling he had seen before.
Speaking of things that had changed, he gestured with their joined hands toward a conveyance moving down the road they were walking along. "Explain that to me?" he requested.