He had a brief, pleasant jolt of a thought about the pretty nurse taking control but he suppressed it quickly with a smirk to himself: those were thoughts for the privacy of his room later on, now he must control his behaviour for both their sakes. Miss Tweedy seemed to be quite the proper young lady – not a real lady of course – but certainly more demure than many that could claim the title through their family names. She had saved him without complaint, showing no concern for herself, and in the process had not stabbed him in the fucking neck! It was a low bar to leap over, but it was difficult not to use it as an assessor for all other women. All of them passed the first test. Miss Tweedy agreed with him and possessed a nice laugh so she passed a fair few more in a matter of moments.

“Quite right Dilys,” he agreed with a chuckle of his own, rolling himself carefully alongside her so it felt more like a conversation with a person and not the ceiling. “I might have guessed a pragmatic heart dwelled in your chest. Not many young ladies would have risked the fog although I’m told the Minister is soon to send volunteers.” He cast a purposeful glance in her direction, something approaching genuine concern borne of fondness on his features. “Please tell me you haven’t signed yourself up?”

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Indecently attractive set by MJ