[ Trepidation is not a word he would have thought a match for what little he knows of her, nor is lady for that matter, but Buckingham will gladly leave as much unsaid. Indeed he would consider this one of the few instances in which words have only so much use, especially when "get your hands off my magnificent work of bearded art right this second" seems rather crude a request for the moment.
Instead he takes her hand by the wrist gently, and while pulling it away places a kiss on its knuckles. ]
That I could arrange more easily, if I had a notion who you... think me to be.
[ An interesting philosophical query as well, but that is certainly for another day. Today Buckingham merely tugs at her lace and slowly pulls it down. ]
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Instead he takes her hand by the wrist gently, and while pulling it away places a kiss on its knuckles. ]
That I could arrange more easily, if I had a notion who you... think me to be.
[ An interesting philosophical query as well, but that is certainly for another day. Today Buckingham merely tugs at her lace and slowly pulls it down. ]