"One. Of<em>three.</em><em>Three.</em>" She repeated back to him as her lips curled. She didn't see how he could have met someone else the same day as he met her. Not with the way he kept on following her at least. "She's too young. She<em>can't</em>have. She's probably making it up." She said. As she felt she had to demean the girl. Then she bit her tongue. Why was she being so irrational about all of this? She had strictly told herself she was going to be mad at James, not the girl! When did it all get so fumbled? She drew a hand up over her mouth as she was afraid of what else she would say if she didn't keep herself from being able to speak.<br/><br/>Her eyes sparkled and her cheeks blushed at the thought of being<em>his slave.</em>It shouldn't have done so much for her, but it did. She couldn't admit it to him though. She just couldn't!<br/><br/>"Temple." She responded, not realizing she'd dropped her guard off her mouth. She'd answered so quickly. After saying it, she realized that there was a bit of irony there. At least in, when it came to the church. If she carried on this way.