He sighed. She was probably right, in the end. It seemed a shame that everyone had to be so sensible about everything.
And he supposed he didn't know what he wanted from marriage. Close as he'd come, his attentions had usually waned before following through, so marriage itself was still something of a mystery. Lorcan didn't really see that it should be as dull as most people made it seem. And whatever Maggie said, the vision she conjured up of her married self did not sound so dreadful, did it? (Besides him not being the priority. That would be an oversight. But still.)
"I like a challenge," Lorcan replied, with a delicate smirk. "I like bakeries. And I like family." (Not living with them, necessarily. But he had enough family of his own to know the importance of those ties. Maggie's family seemed nice, and tight-knit, besides the whole inheritance issue that had seen her in such low spirits only a short while ago.)
He grasped the box and gathered it into his arms, quirking his head in thanks. It was probably time to leave, but he loitered there for another moment, just looking at her in faint amusement and even fainter sympathy. "I'm sure you'll figure it out, at any rate," he declared optimistically. She wanted it badly, so she'd find a way. "But," he said, and he leant briefly, brazenly back over the counter, with his most dazzling smile. "My offer still stands. Just in case."
And he supposed he didn't know what he wanted from marriage. Close as he'd come, his attentions had usually waned before following through, so marriage itself was still something of a mystery. Lorcan didn't really see that it should be as dull as most people made it seem. And whatever Maggie said, the vision she conjured up of her married self did not sound so dreadful, did it? (Besides him not being the priority. That would be an oversight. But still.)
"I like a challenge," Lorcan replied, with a delicate smirk. "I like bakeries. And I like family." (Not living with them, necessarily. But he had enough family of his own to know the importance of those ties. Maggie's family seemed nice, and tight-knit, besides the whole inheritance issue that had seen her in such low spirits only a short while ago.)
He grasped the box and gathered it into his arms, quirking his head in thanks. It was probably time to leave, but he loitered there for another moment, just looking at her in faint amusement and even fainter sympathy. "I'm sure you'll figure it out, at any rate," he declared optimistically. She wanted it badly, so she'd find a way. "But," he said, and he leant briefly, brazenly back over the counter, with his most dazzling smile. "My offer still stands. Just in case."
