"Lass, there are proprieties, and as yu were raised as a lady, then yu know that, I will give the doctor that.  There is more results for a lass getting comfort than a mon.  Though keeping it private, many do as yu 'ave.  Likely for the same reason.  Loneliness, excitement, tae just break the rules for to thumb off someone that is in authority on them.  Though, lass, it is nae as bit a result for a mon.  Yes, it could ruin yu very easily should even a word of this get ootside this 'ouse, and yu know it."

Her description of the man and the thing with the chocolate, he would have to remember that one.  "Men will give gifts tae get lots from a lass, including under the skirts."  He raised a brow.  "If yur reputation is lost, will 'e stand by yu and make it right?"

He looked to Tristan.  "It's done, and likely," he gave her a look then back to Tristan, "and likely will be done again from the sounds of it.  We still 'ave this dangerous mon and this article that likely will get back tae 'im where she is.   Well, that and 'er being sick."  He suddenly got the idea of what Tristan might have been hinting earlier with the words about pregnancy.  "Just 'ow long.... I mean .... could she sick from ... " he got a bit doubted about how to ask.