[Even in this castle, Maria sort of wants to forego caring about "scandals" - it's unlikely anyone will walk in just so easily, but she holds her tongue and her propriety. No, time and a place. Some day, the obstacles will be cleared, and they can both get what they want.

The idea that the party - as far away as it will be, way out at the marches, on the border territories, and the one furthest from the seat of power as is possible that is not Cainhurst itself, will help. And that the guards can certainly be bribed with enough alcohol and girls from the brothels will work to Maria's advantage.] Yes. I'll put in a word with the madame as well to keep the distractions rolling. [She gently reaches to take Zelda's hand again, to turn it over and bring it to her lips to press another kiss to the back of it.] A night to the two of us sounds wonderful. And I know the Marchioness will be keen to keep loose tongues in check. [It wouldn't do if the Viscount here couldn't send enough reinforcements if there was a siege, after all.

She pauses, reluctant to back up again. She should go, but... in truth, all she really wants is to keep Zelda's hands in her own, or pressed against her cheek.]