She shook her head with a chuckled tsk-tsk, "Reputation depends on perception, mio caro. Though the two are related, I suppose." She raised her brows in a subtle challenge at his assessment of young women widows, he was correct, per se, but conceding that wasn't any fun. "I am in a category of my own." She asserted without hesitation. "Widows are a rather dull breed; lots of handwringing and lamentation. It makes for a tedious evening."

Matching him in mischief was more entertaining than it should be. "You make my simple offer of a guided tour sound so risque, Mr. Selwyn. What could we possibly be up to besides a bit of art appreciation? Unless there is something about the restraint of bachelors you failed to mention." Her hands closed the distance between them, tracing the seam of his jacket from collar to shoulder before giving his lapel a little pat. She took her time in her inspection as if a thread of his carefully tailored suit would dare to be out of place. "My intentions are purely altruistic," Her tone matched her words, but her face reflected an entirely different motivation. "After all, my restraint is, without doubt, superior." She offered that with a cheeky smile before stepping away and striding back to the fountain. "Wouldn't you agree?" She offered the last over her shoulder, the picture of respectability if it weren't for the smug grin.

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