His pulse quickened at her words which he rather wished it wouldn't, he had an idea that the faster his heartbeat the more he might be likely to bleed through his bandages. On account of what he had planned, on account of where they were, Tatiana seemed wholly appropriate. He held his breath tightly for a moment as she accepted the arm he'd offered; it had just occurred to him that she might accidentally brush against his wound, but then he remember it was the other side of his stomach and he breathed a mental sigh of relief. The movement and shift in weight, however, did make it twinge a little.

"What do you think of it?" he asked, referring to the townhouse they were stood directly in front of.

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