"Only when I let him." Is the easy reply back as she leans forward towards James, hooking her fingers across the cravat - enough of that, now Thomas, she did not pry him from duty and deeds just to hear more about them. "Shall we halt him?"

Sure that James will hold her steady, that even if she does not tell him all, he will follow even what she does not indicate - feels his solid warmth from days at sea, all sureness beside her - against the bumps and rolls of the carriage that with the movement make her sway. Leans with him, takes the hold of his jacket to pull James into her. Not so much, all at once, setting her teeth into his lip, then more, that curve of her smile she brushes against his mouth, once and light, then again and former with her eyes lowered as she watches. Demand as she slants her mouth firmly and solidly over his.