"I wish you'd stop saying that. It's not only insulting, but it's irritating as hell, too." She saw him rub his nose and prayed that he was coming down with a fantastic migraine. If she couldn't pummel him with her fists, maybe she could drive him to madness and make her escape that way.
"What the hell is a 'kneeler'? If you're talking about civilized folk, then men typically ask the woman they fancy if she'd consent to being his wife, they don't simply abduct her out of the blue and inform her that she's now a prisoner for the rest of her life!"
"Kneelers have to have lords and kings. We don't. We're free of all of that," James happily explains. She's still upset, yes, but she's asking questions and that's better than hitting him or trying to run away. If she'll just talk to him, he thinks he can win her over.
"You want that, then? You want for me to bring you flowers and ask you if you want me? Because I will."
He flashes her a bright smile, crinkling at the corner of his eyes.
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"What the hell is a 'kneeler'? If you're talking about civilized folk, then men typically ask the woman they fancy if she'd consent to being his wife, they don't simply abduct her out of the blue and inform her that she's now a prisoner for the rest of her life!"
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"You want that, then? You want for me to bring you flowers and ask you if you want me? Because I will."
He flashes her a bright smile, crinkling at the corner of his eyes.
"I'll bring you every flower I can find."