Lips twisting down as she listened to James talking exasperatedly about the bland variety of women that had been marched beneath his nose, Branna couldn't help but admit that he had good reasons for not being married; especially with his description of thier being bovine and he the bull. She felt a twinge of remorse for the situation his status had forced him into, perhaps cutting into the potato beneath her knife with a touch more force then the action merited because of the strong emotion. She took a deep breath, giving her head a gentle shake. What good would it do getting upset over something she herself had no control over?

At the sound of movement near the changing screen, Branna turned a face that brightened with a genuine smile in Jame's direction, happily satisfied that the clothing fit his body like it had been made for him. True, they were rough and nothing quite as elegant as the clothing he had been wearing earlier, even if it had only been made for hunting, but this somehow suited him more, fitting into the image of his tangled curls and wouldn't backdrop of the walls of the cabin. He bowed to her, as if at some formal gathering of silks and jewels, and she let out a peal of delighted laughter, wiping her hands on a towel on the counter and stepping out into the middle of the floor.

"I would be more than happy to receive the honor of a dance from his Lordship." Branna lilted pleasantly in the voice of an honorable lady of the court, sweeping out her simple skirts and dipping into an elegant curtsy. "And why should I refuse? You are dressed in the most fetching of ensembles. I simply must know the name of your tailor. She must be a fabulous seamstress"

Stepping to him, she placed one of her delicate hands on two his broad and strong shoulder, offering her other hand for him to take, teasing smile curling up the corners of her mouth.