"Why?"
"Respect for your privacy. I won't read my brothers' minds either."
She was silent again for a while, as she digested this.
"But you read his mind."
"Yes."
"What was he thinking?"
"Lots of things. He showed me images of his family, and their house. He seemed to be honest about them wanting to meet us all, and about them meaning us no harm. He thought about you a lot."
She blushed. "Is that why you were so angry?" She asked softly, shyly, peeping up at me through her lashes.
"Yes."
She smiled, pleased. "Well, I didn't like him much. He's seems cold and superficial."
It was my turn to smile. She looked at me thoughtfully.
"Angus," she started, and then faltered.
"What is it, love?"
"Well," she hesitated again. I waited.
"Tell me," I said gently.
"It's just that I can't help but wonder if you're maybe regretting this whole marriage thing." Her voice tailed off, and she stared down at her hands in her lap.
"I would never, ever regret that," I told her emphatically. "Ever."
"So why don't you ever touch me?" She glanced up at me anxiously. "Apart from the occasional kiss, of course."
I looked down into her lovely face, and smiled wistfully. "Because, my beautiful, irresistible girl, I may not want to stop. I'm barely managing to control myself when I'm in the same room as you."
"Gosh." She looked at me speculatively. "And you're not reading my thoughts right now?"
"No."
"Good."
I suddenly felt very suspicious. I glanced down at her, but she was looking out of the window with a thoughtful smile on her face. I was again sorely tempted to touch her thoughts, but I resisted. I wondered if I was going to regret my decision.