"Perhaps before, but now?" Marguerite said softly looking up into his deep blue eyes. "Now, I know better." She explained kissing the hand that touched her own. "When you spoke before, there was such," Marguerite paused for a moment to think of the right word. "Such emotion in you eyes Percy. Surely, it is not all on my account? I will," Her dear, dear Percy. How many things where still hidden from her. "Did you see?" She asked, motioning to her hair. "I made the little X's for England. Perhaps not that patriotic, or fashionable but I was unsure of what to do."

If her answer wasn't already yes, it was now. Closing her eyes Marguerite sighed at the gesture. "Percy," she said softly. "Of course. Anything,"