Her eyes met his and she saw in him a predator... though she was not sure she wanted to fend that off. She descended to the bottom of the stairs, averting her eyes so she wouldn't see the lust she could not believe was for her. Amelia kept out of his reach for the moment, a servant bringing her wrap. She covered herself nervously, but it was too little too late, yes? None of that, she silently commanded, her chin lifting proudly. "Mister Appleton," she said instead of his given name, keeping her tone as aloof sounding as she could. She would pretend to ignore his looks when those very things were causing her to heat up in those places again. He'd made her want him, bad, so now he could want her and suffer the way she had.

She took her fan in hand and turned to face him, a schooled expression of calm upon her face, "I should like to dance twice, of course, with you... A waltz is planned, of course..." It was a clear intent to stake one's claim upon their intended when they danced more than once in one night and she wanted to stake her claim as well. He was, after all, her fiance now.

The footman opened the door and she gave a slight nod toward that one, making her way toward the carriage, but not on his arm. She just couldn't trust herself not to grab him by the lapels and show him what he had done to her.