They would, eventually, have to sort out titles and terms and actually come to decide what they were. But for now, they were both trying to delude themselves that this was something harmless and casual and not entirely life-altering. Heart-changing.

"Oh yeah, definitely. My Jane Austen exposure is definitely lacking. It's a hole in my life that is just begging to be filled."

Terrible threats to have that silky poshly accented voice reading poetry and romance to him. Woe is Alex Claremont-Diaz. So much woe. "Well, I forgot my boots so the quaking will have to wait."