Total and utter confusion — he hoped he wasn't overwhelming her, and as she took his arm, he quickly put on his hat as they walked to the doorstep and laid his now free hand over hers. Mr. and Mrs. Bagshot walked ahead of them, down the steps and to the nearby carriage that was awaiting them. It was at this point that Faustus ached to simply lean over and whisper to her exactly what they were here to do, to let her in on the plan so that they might be conspirators together in this. But then that would simply defeat the whole purpose of the plan, and he wanted to see her genuine reaction to his plan; and, more importantly, if she would approve of it.
"Indeed!" He said with another wide grin as he briskly led her down the stairs and to the carriage. But before they approached, once they were at the gate, he paused, his hand on the iron to look down at her solemnly, searching her expression. "Do you trust me?" He murmured, his own expression softening. He wanted to draw her in to kiss her, but no such action would be acceptable in public - at least not yet. If it all went according to plan he would be free to show her as much affection as he could.
"Indeed!" He said with another wide grin as he briskly led her down the stairs and to the carriage. But before they approached, once they were at the gate, he paused, his hand on the iron to look down at her solemnly, searching her expression. "Do you trust me?" He murmured, his own expression softening. He wanted to draw her in to kiss her, but no such action would be acceptable in public - at least not yet. If it all went according to plan he would be free to show her as much affection as he could.