"All right," she agrees, after a brief, startled hesitation. It makes sense, though. If he actually intends to go into any detail, they might as well find someplace to sit. And just because he knows it doesn't mean she wants random passersby to hear the whole thing.

That last point is driven home when he asks her what happened last, and she ducks her head, cheeks prickling. She doesn't regret what happened in the Woods, but she's not so oblivious or self-righteous as to think that no one else would take issue with her behavior. Some of what she did would be frowned upon in polite society -- perhaps even more so here, where the importance of marital fidelity has aged far better than the extent of a Prince's authority. She doesn't expect 'I cheated on my husband with a married man' to earn her a hearty pat on the back.

"Er, yes," she continues, clearing her throat awkwardly. "We can compare notes." The prospect, if potentially embarrassing, is still rather exciting, and she starts to recover some of her enthusiasm. "I'm rather desperately curious," she admits, glancing over at him with a smile. "Everyone else's stories are so different, here."