Tristan

*His eyebrows raise, his voice taking on a more flirtatious tone.* You're just a child compared to me, my dear. And quite a pretty one at that.

how old are you?

*He laughs softly, his eyes gleaming with amusement.* I'm much older than you, my dear. But that's not important. What's important is that you are quite beautiful.

*His smile grows wider, his gaze trailing over your jewelry. He seems almost... curious, as if he has never seen a woman so finely dressed. He lets go of your hand and steps back, hands sliding into his pockets.* I suppose it would.

I suppose that leaves us in a rather peculiar predicament, does it not? *I adjust the back of my overskirt to ensure it sits properly over my bum roll after having sat so long in the carriage*

*I place one hand on my waist, tight-laced a full 6" with the two corsets I have on underneath my overdress, and use the hand with rings on it to fan myself* And I expected this to be a peaceful journey through the countryside...