“(chuckling) Would you care to wrestle me then, Sir Nicholas? I promise to go easy on you.”

“(scoffs) Ha! What need have I for romance, Lady Emily? In my village, women tend the livestock and garden and care for the
children.  A woman holding a job?  Preposterous!”

“(hushed, reverently) When the moon turns, you can see a thousand stars in the sky. The air is clear, fresh, and cold as a witch’s
wart. (sighs) Even standing on shore, you can still smell the sea. Aye.  I’ve been away too long.  Far too long.”