Honest surprise flitted across Ciaran's face at Miss Selwyn's answer. He didn't know what he'd been expecting, but it wasn't that. Considering his past - the jaunts around the world and the extended stay in the tropical colonies - he naturally agreed with her. "How forward thinking of you," Ciaran said with an impressed lilt to his words. "Years ago I traveled constantly. Home became dull and I sought adventure on the high seas." He let out a huff of a laugh at his past self and how reckless he'd been then. "I visited all manner of places, even lived in some of them. When I finally came back to England I found that the world here seemed so small in comparison to what I knew was out there. Propriety and variety can go hand in hand -- I've seen it. The peoples of other countries are not backwards, despite what the traditionalists might say and it would do us some good to embrace their more colorful practices."

After his sentence found its end, Ciaran realized that he'd been more animated than he'd meant to and cleared his throat sheepishly. "I do not mean to ramble or lecture at you, Miss Selwyn," he said, apologetic. "Cross cultural connections have become something of a passion of mine, but it is rare that I've encountered anyone here who feels the same." Part of that was due to his reclusive streak, but high English society was also terribly insular by design. The prospect of a kindred spirit did excite some of the social flame within him. It had not completely burned out, miraculously.