When he refused her offer of the locket, Mirabella frowned more, carefully clasping the trinket back around her slender neck before looking back to the preacher, an unsure and slightly confused look upon her face. If he didn't want money, then what did he want out of a bargain. It was only when he continued to speak, mentioning her engagement to the Judge's son, that she began to see the lines connect. This young man didn't want money no. He wanted something that she was horrified to give up. He wanted she herself. She watched him with fear in her wide eyes and she trembled as he stood and made his way over to her, even flinching slightly when he reached his hand so close to her face. She looked up at him, a upset look gracing her beautiful face, "M...myself? For your silence?"

He was so close to her that it was difficult for her to think. Her breath caught in her throat and her chest ached. Her trembling hands that had held onto the tree next to her clutched there tightly as she tried to think of another option. Another solution. But, there were none. This was her only choice. Marry him, or be accused of witchcraft and killed. She looked back at him tensely, feeling so cornered and without escape of her fate to come. The fate of becoming wife to, as she now saw him, a manipulative man who took a situation and twisted it to benefit himself. And yet, wasn't that every man in this town. Her sad blue eyes on him, she sighed, giving in and nodding, "I....I agree. "

She wasn't all too sure how they would go about this. If she would tell the Judge's son herself that she was leaving him, or if the young preacher would go with her. Surely if she went alone to tell him she would face another storm of beatings and threats. But at the same time, she didn't expect him to come along. But it was his choice. Wrapping her arms around herself, feeling his eyes more than once glance over her body, she attempted to turn slightly as to hide from his sight, but it was working very poorly, especially with him being so close now, "One what day would you have me in the court house?" 

In other words, she wished to know when they would go tot he court house to have the marriage recorded. She already for it strange enough a preacher would act in this manner, so she thus had no idea how and when he wanted to go about doing this. Her eyes stayed on him, waiting to hear his plans of how this would take place.