The man nodded and helped Fiona to rise, her dress sighing delicately around her. “Then I’m afraid it can only be a brief turn. The night is drawing in, and there will be a frost.” He liked the biting chill of early spring and late autumn, but doubted that fondness would remain if he didn’t have masculine clothes to shield him from the cold. The elegant evening gown would do little to warm Fi once they left the House.<br/><br/>He said nothing of it, though, and led her through the French doors, out into the evening air.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>(To (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=98856.msg5229485#msg5229485))