“You will think me devoid of all manners, talking of such things. I admit to running counter to most social graces, but I do not make public emotional displays, at least not those found in tears. I have been accused of throwing a teapot before, as you will no doubt hear before too long.” He shifted, leaning his elbow on the arm of the chair and resting his chin in the palm of his hand in the same movement. He did not look old, but he looked worn. “I thought you devoid of all manners when you replied to my note through the wall. It doesn’t follow I disapproved.”
