"Well, barristers are a bit like bandits, we're not usually welcome unless we're needed for something sordid." He noticed she leaned across for a stray thread. The arm seemingly retracted, but his eyes followed the contours of her pale skin up until the bare arm disappeared under that shawl... the carriage bounced his eyeballs just enough that his gaze fell upon her bosom... Oh yes, this evening would be such a hardship for him..