[ louis laughs at her joke, catches the faintest hint of her thoughts, but not enough to glean the content. just the feeling. he's distracted when she moves her hair, offers her throat and there's the faintest hint of hunger, the green of his eyes narrowing.

she's bluntly charming and he can see why many, many people would turn their head at her in an instant. there's the offer of her room and he tilts his head, curious. he's not typically drawn to women, not like this, and yet the temptation of the beating vein running along her neck and the privacy of her room? ]

Hate to offend you on our wedding night - so we better get that corkscrew so my loving wife can have her drink. Then maybe I have a little taste of mine.

[ what will she taste like, sweet with wine? louis grins, a little toothily and tips his head toward the path back to the manor. ]