James was very pleased when Kiara said that she would be in London and would dance with him at the ball. That would be something to look forward to over the recess.
"I have a passing familiarity with London, I know Chelsea better." James admitted. Kiara looked coy for a moment, but the wicked smile on her lips belied that, and with such a cue James could hardly miss the double entendre in her words.
She was definately forthwrite, and though James enjoyed her attention despite being slightly bemused by it, he felt he should draw the line. "I would enjoy your company in exploring London, my Lady. To take the time to grow familiar," with it and with you, "if your husband would not object." Although realising that many were far more risque in word than in deed, he would not create a scandel for her, or for himself.
Kiara didn't strike him as the type to naively attract gossip, but he felt that the current proposal was skirting dangerously close to something gossip-worthy, and the last thing he wanted was for the Baron to be angry with Kiara for sharing his company, should word get back to him. He was presumably here somewhere, and would be at London.