Sun Mote Copse Something happens and I'm head over heels

Both of her gilded ears tipped back at his first declaration, and she felt dismayed. He really suspected she was something akin to royalty? While her ego demanded that her supposed fine lineage be acknowledged for once, she still preferred sporting the angle of the royal brat who'd spurned her responsibilities for the sake of being a rogue. She much preferred to be a spitfire rather than a useless piece of nobility. At least he admitted he didn't care much for queens- but it still meant that he expected something more of her. 

And he reiterated his question. 

"Suppose I am," She said, enticed. She took a couple steps forward, in seeing something- be it a flash of her own golden reflection, or a splinter of a sunbeam- scatter diamonds of light across his hematite gaze. Somehow, it made him seem like perhaps he was more alive than she had anticipated earlier...And Niamh had never been one to back away from danger before. Now, with so much less to lose...Why should she bother to be wary of such a risk? "And suppose...It had been a while...Am I then to be in want of a Duke?" She asked, watching his expression to see if he perhaps considered himself to be such a thing.