Despite his name and station, work was not something that 'put him off', he was aware, perhaps more keenly than most of the skills that the 'weaker' sex possessed - both for good and for ill. He had seen skilled and talented women master the animagus transformation with the ease with which some people handled levitation, and he had seen them concoct such dastardly and malign intricacies of evil that it would make your blood run cold.

He was thankful that she had turned away to tie her horse and dismount, and acknowledged that she did not entirely mind his sisters machinations. For all of his bluster and burly redness, he was not without his own bashful moments - usually covered by bluster and self depreciation. To not have to roll back from his position but looking her in the face was a pleasant surprise. And he had a moment to gather himself as she asked for frankness. THAT he could do - sort of.

The polite circling double speak of more elegant people was not a vein in which he was comfortable. In frankness, if not complete honesty, he could at least oblige her. 'Miss Allaway, my sister, as I think we are both aware, has been rather hinting that we should make a good, companionable pair.' he began, as though setting out the facts of a brief in work. 'Her methods, although questionable, are not, perhaps wrong.' he continued falterinly. 'I have found that I have very much enjoyed my time in your company, and wonder as to your view on allowing ourselves to feel more than familial affection for one another, more than that which a brother might feel for a sister.' It was not an out and out declaration - but that was not possible at their echelon of society, their were formalities to be gone through before anything like an out and out decleration of love could be considered by either. Especially with their families so close they could not behave rashly as cutting all contact would not be possible.

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