Devon smiled and stroked Elizabeth's cheek gently. "You are the one who flatters me." She whispered and held her arm out. Once she felt Elizabeth holding her arm. She walked her to the the garden that surrounded a small lake with a waterfall. "Let me know if you get cold." She said and smiled. "Do you like the garden?" She asked. She paid attention to Elizabeth's every movement and expression. The woman struck Devon to her core. She stopped by a white bench swing that sat in front of the lake. "Would you like to have a seat my lady?" She asked.