Kersen offered her a small, reassuring smile, and reminded her, "This was the early seventeenth century. It was older, then. And... it wasn't so bad, at least not nearly what it could have been. And it happened due to the first in what would become a pattern of falling in love with much older men who found me easily malleable." It felt like so long ago, when he spoke of it. "When I tried to leave, it was a problem, but... I did. Leave. And by then I was a lot wiser. That's when I came to London the first time."