That didn't seem like the answer he was looking for, but maybe there wasn't a right answer. Maybe Freddie would just have to hope he could convince Miss Lestrange that being seen with him wasn't going to ruin her reputation as long as they remained respectable, and he'd also have to convince his mother that, despite their slip in the billiards room, he didn't intend to ruin her reputation or take her virtue.
Intentions he was not exactly set on, as of yet. Of course he did not want to ruin her, but everything he wanted to do to and with her came with a chance of just that - so. It really was a conundrum.
"I don't think she thinks I am," he explained, smiling sheepishly, "only that she's afraid that I'm going to start—which I'm not, for the record. It was a a momentary weakness. Both times."
Intentions he was not exactly set on, as of yet. Of course he did not want to ruin her, but everything he wanted to do to and with her came with a chance of just that - so. It really was a conundrum.
"I don't think she thinks I am," he explained, smiling sheepishly, "only that she's afraid that I'm going to start—which I'm not, for the record. It was a a momentary weakness. Both times."
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