Just the thought of her beloved husband should've drawn Constance up short, wondering what she was doing. But the influence of Cupid's power was too strong, carrying her along with it, towards this man she didn't know beyond a name and endearing expression.

"Constance," she offered in return, tracing the curve of that lopsided smile with her thumb. Inconstant Constance in this moment, and she bit her bottom lip. Could she be so bold as to take what she wanted?