She demanded to see ye and then turned her back on me. Now she willnae speak, and she’s better at silence than ye ever were.Marjorie allowed herself a brief smile. Oh, dear. She’s given you the cut direct. It’s the greatest show of disdain a lady can give a gentleman.He lifted a straight eyebrow. Ye’ve nae cut-directed me, he returned. I recall a slap direct, though.She’d begun to wonder if he was baiting her on purpose. There’s no such thing. And a slap isn’t ladylike. I blame you for inspiring my misbehavior, though.His grin warmed her insides. I’ll accept that responsibility. And I’ll be encouraging ye again, I imagine.Desire touched her, heady and welcome. But she was still a prisoner, and until that altered, she couldn’t be certain how much of this was her free will, and how much she merely wanted it to be. Perhaps a cut direct would teach you some manners, sir. With a sniff she preceded him up the stairs.Graeme caught hold of her elbow and pulled her around to face him. With her a step above him, for once they stood eye to eye. Ye can turn yer back on me, , but dunnae stop talking. I like the sound of yer voice. On the tail end of that, he leaned in and kissed her.