“Georgia,” he repeated, thoughtfully. He did not let any expression of surprise to show on his face, which was difficult. He knew all about Georgia, or at least the history of Georgia, because Gone With the Wind was his favourite book in the history of ever. He kind of wanted to ask her if it was really like what it had been like in the book, but he was not going to let himself get sidetracked. If this woman was not terrible, he would have plenty of time to ask things like that later. Still. Now, as he was studying her, he was wondering if she was a Scarlett O’Hara. Because he did not think a Scarlett O’Hara was a suitable wife for Nat. Emma was a Scarlett O’Hara, and she would definitely not be a suitable wife for Nat, so if this woman was Scarletty, she would have to be right out.

He also had to contain himself from rolling his eyes. “Before my letter. What brought you to England? To Great Britain. To this sceptered isle. Old blighty. As in, why did you leave Georgia and come to us across the pond? Just to be married, then?” he asked. “Or were you hoping to further your career here? I ask because we do have several events here, probably six to ten a year. If you’re only here to be Mrs. Proper Pureblood Wife, and doing this as a bit of a lark, this might not be something we want to pursue. We are looking for someone who we can form a long-term relationship with, so that we have a standing contract for all of our events.” And then, Nigel didn’t have to do any stupid interviews. Not that he hated them, but they were time-consuming.

"Unless you've actually written because I'm a Warwick, and you hope to kidnap me.”

That did make Nigel smile. “My dear Mrs. Warwick, let me assure you that I have absolutely no interest in holding you, or any other Warwick, for ransom. However, I do applaud you for you entirely justified paranoia. As a Warwick, I’m sure it will serve you well.” What the bloody hell… kidnapping. Psh. That was so indelicate. If Nigel had been planning to harm her, he would have poisoned her water. He had been tempted to lace it with Veritaserum, but he decided to save that for a future date. He looked at her, studying her without saying anything. She was more of a Melly, he thought. “I must ask you. If you thought I was going to kidnap you, why did you come on your own?”