Susan takes his hand in hers and runs her fingertips along his fingers, one by one, slow and light. "I always thought - it would be expected of me, eventually, to settle down with just one man, and...." She doesn't finish that thought. She was resigned to the idea, but she chafed at it. This is different. Lancelot has no interest in trapping her into something propriety or her family might require. "I like being with you."