His smile made her heart quicken, particularly when memories of a certain rainy day came to mind and she let herself sink into them for a moment. Normally she held herself so carefully with him, aware of the fragility of friendship and trust in the world they lived in. Atticus gave her the freedom to ask but she found herself struggling to put it into words for a moment, her cheeks flushed at her own foolishness. He would not laugh at her though, anymore then she had ever laughed at his struggles with reading. He could teach her things she had always feared to touch on.<br/><br/>"Would you...teach me some of what the darker pleasures are? You..you wouldn't have to touch me, just hearing you speak of them, of how to handle them perhaps." her eyes dropped then, feeling horribly outside of her comfort zone, hoping she wasn't risking their friendship to bring up such a topic. "I was sheltered by my first client and now...I would rather learn of them first from you then anyone else. I know you would never wish to break me."<br/><br/>And she feared Zara wanted to do just that. If she could have some sort of understanding, some advice first then perhaps she could work through what the other woman might do and be strong without having to lean on him or the Master of the House. Fi wanted to face her own battles, but also..she had observed the darker tastes from a safe distance for three years now, at first content to be William's mistress, and then caught in her grief. If she was to live again she needed to be able to bring everything she could to her work. And how long until a client would request her who would seek the darker pleasures?<br/><br/>Her gaze swept up again, a shy smile on her lips. "And...would you kiss me? Just a stolen moment but your kiss, its like whisky on fire burning through me. It would help with tonight...Oh I must seem so very silly to you."