Fallon was beginning to wonder if they ought to forego the activities and return to his flat, if for no reason other than the ability to touch him at will. Or, perhaps, they could simply drop the pretense and allow people to make their assumptions. It wasn't as though Fallon was afraid of people learning of their relationship. Nor could any reasonable person expect her to suddenly require a chaperone. She was a working woman, after all, and a member of the lowest social class. Being seen on the arm of a man was almost expected behavior for 'her sort'.

"Or," she began in a low voice as he stepped close enough in range to hear it, "we cease caring for any rumors. You were supposedly secretly married a few months ago, were you not?"