That touched her, more than she wanted to admit. And yet there was a pang of pain or sorrow, as the tenderness he made her feel for him reminded her of feeling like this before, and the hurt it had caused. She wanted this, and she wanted to feel this kindness and warmth all over. But at the same time she felt the urge to shy away from it. She forced a smile. "Where did you learn to be such a charmer?" she teased, trying to lead the conversation back to a lighter mood. Couldn't they just court and hopefully arrange a marriage, without such feelings?