Her eyes met his and she had to bite the inside of her cheek. The man was not hard to look at and she wondered why he had chosen a life of the cloth and not something else... Then again, it wasn't her business and therefor, she would not ask. Her mouth quirked then into a surprised little pucker. He was encouraging her to spend money that technically wasn't hers to have yet, but the whole thought of letting a man court her while she sat like some ugly duckling, or so she felt anyway, wasn't how she imagined it going.

And then the man's words got her attention and color filled her cheeks. Why had he said such a thing to her? Did priests often call someone foolish for not courting someone? It gave her pause, of course.