He spoke of being bored and she hated to admit that lingering about here was really bringing her to that point. He was such a good looking man, she would hate to interrupt their little conversation just because she couldn't handle sitting about for long periods of time. She shifted, again, and closer this time so that her knee bumped into his.
"Agreed, as it were I'm dying to uproot myself from this place," was there a hint of a suggestive tone in her words? Yes. Marguerite's lips twitched into a similar sort of expression of confidence, a dark smirk. "As boredom seeps into my bones when I sit for to long."