Gavin sighed, dropping his head against her as he tried to control himself. He had promised that if she said to stop, he would stop. It was hard, so very hard. When he finally got himself calmed down, he sat back. "Of course," he said. "I have been crude. A lady of your caliber should not be tupped in the middle of the garden. You deserve wooing and fine gifts."<br/><br/>He smiled, "Forgive my rudeness, Honore. I let my own desires cloud my manners." He moved slightly so that he wasn't rubbing up against her, but was still sitting close. He still wanted to be with her, but he would do her justice by taking it slower and being a gentleman. It was what she deserved.