You please me.

It seemed the proper thing to say, precisely the ticket to pamper the man's ego—but he had not actually proposed yet, and Tatiana was not at all inclined to reward half-measures. If she would not tolerate them in their marriage, after all, she should not tolerate them now, either.

"Indeed," she answered instead, smile broadening. "Although, there is a great deal more I should like to see—but then, it is your home, and I should hate to be an impertinent guest."

If Tatiana had to drop any more hints, she would hurl herself down the exquisite-looking main staircase.