Upon the Countess’ re-entry, the Marquis smirked in her direction before holding out a single hand for her to take. Pulling her towards him, he placed his lips against the crook of her neck as began to kiss her over and over. “Such a shame.” He began to say, though his lips never left the soft features of her skin.
The Countess accepted the hand held towards her, pulled into his embrace as she arched her neck; a sign The Countess laid trust with The Marquis not to act as the foolish servant had earlier. She turned her head towards William, a smile upon her lips even as she held her own hand towards William. “We would have enjoyed seeing you commit such atrocities. Perhaps even bathe together to remove the blood.”
The soft smile never left his face, though he did glance away once or twice at the intimate display in front of him. “It’s not who I am any longer.” His gaze flicked to the Countess’s outstretched hand but he merely lifted his own in polite refusal. “I’m sorry—I feel I’m intruding now. I’ll take my leave.”