“Not in the least,” she shot back. She looked up at him upside-down with a wry smile. “A horrible old man who would paw me and have no concern whatsoever for me and keep me locked up in his castle for fear of a handsome young knight like you kidnaping me away from him.”
He groaned, lolling his head back and sighed. “Expectations,” he says, turning his attention back to her “there are so many.”
“Well, but there is you, and so I don’t think there’s likely to be a problem that way.” She pulled away to turn around, still looking up at him. “Is there?”