He cleared his throat, stiffening his stance and avoiding her gaze for a moment to stave off any flush.
"If I were of a lower class, I'd know my place, and know the value of positions above my own."
He looked at her again, studying her as she smiled, as care free, as unclaimed as the winds...
Winds? He set his frown deeper.
Winds did as they wanted. Winds shaped and destroyed, even comforting those on a hot day to cool them off, or remind them just how harsh the winter was- and that money or status... everyone was affected by the wind, couldn't stop it...
She was no wind, not in all of it's regards. But he hated he couldn't stop himself from looking her over, and reliving the memory of that one night free of his castle walls where there were no labels, no barriers, no positions, no war....
and no title. He was just a mind, as free forming as the wind.
But the wind was calm, non existent that morning. No, he had to shake off that thought. The winds were nothing of his concern.
"It bothers me, yes," he admitted. "A woman in your position should know her place."