Her eyes widened and she couldn't help but laugh at the look on his face. She'd seen it before on his son right before the boy got in to some mischief, or on one of his brothers when they were up to something.

"Faustus!" She scolded. She certainly didn't need any new dresses either. Over the years she had made do with only one or two a year, altering them each season on her own to keep them from being horribly out of date. When Faustus had begun to court her, though, her wardrobe had begun to expand as Mrs. Bagshot proclaimed her excitment through lace and satin. And then again when she had insisted on a troussea for Malou after her engagement. Malou had gone from a small managable wardobe to something fit for her status in life. Something that had nott been the case since she had been seventeen years old. The thought of all the new gowns made her chafe at the extragence of it after so many years of being thrifty.

Her smile gentled at his gaze, the softening of his face, the warmth of his own as it emcompassed her's. "Of course." She murmured her gray gaze meeting his with a tenderness that spoke of all the sacrifices she would make for him.