She looked him over in a rather pointed way, as if examining him for a part that could be considered unwise. As if it were a witches mark to be so easily examined. "No, perhaps not." She did her best to keep her face straight, though her smile threatened to break her mask. "But I think you may be incurably bold. Which I can find no fault in myself."

But at his slightly more serious question she shook her head. "Would any man be content with this?" She's not inclined to speak openly so much, it only seemed to get her in trouble here, almost as much as England. Besides who knew what was listening? Who even knew who he worked for, come to think of it. Cardinals tended to be no friend of hers.