"Like father, like son, it seems," she said.
Life as a du Laq, she was beginning to think, would definitely never be dull. She might fit right in, in fact. She rather liked the thought of learning how to be very good at getting her own way when she needed to. Perhaps she should start practicing. Because she knew what she wanted. And that was the man sitting opposite her, grinning like temptation and trying to be on his best behavior. Every overly large, overly confident, aristo, brilliant, handsome inch of him.
"You never actually asked me the question," she pointed out.
"I was giving you time and space," he said. "Do you still need them?"
"A little," she said. "I quite like this apologizing part. I may need a little more."
"I can do that," he agreed cheerfully. "As often as you need me to. And then?"
She smiled, charmed by him all over again. And hopelessly in love. "And then, if you ask very nicely, I think it likely I will say yes."