The question would have been no easier for her to answer had it been him doing the asking, though the answer she gave him would have been very different. Remy LeBeau had been her everything. Once she had finally stopped fighting and being so afraid of all that he offered, she had fallen head over heels for the prince of thieves; he'd stolen her heart. They had worked past their issues together and been stronger for it.

But apparently that hadn't happened with this one. The implications of those few words made her heart ache, and she frowned and turned her gaze downward, leveling it with his chest instead of trying to face those strangely beautiful eyes. "Oh."

What a disappointing response. Her own, not his. So she tried again.

Clearing her throat slightly, she raised her eyes back up, forced a hint of a smile, and held her gloved hand out to him in greeting. "I suppose I should introduce myself properly. My name's Marie LeBeau."