[ But his smile only makes her suspicion flare further, and though she keeps her smile on her face, there's a sharper edge to it as she leans back, holding the belongings to her belly. ]

For true? And yet you look fit to woo a fair maiden and spend the day hunting and picnicking merrily in this most magnificent weather.

[ Well, maybe that was said a little too dryly, but it was an obvious lie, anyway. At least given his appearance, of course the horrible weather, and what is he holding??? Whatever, she'll still humor him with the barest of curtsies once more. ]

Forgive me for not announcing myself, sir. I am Anne Boleyn, if it please you.