"Benedict flipped back the curtains one last time, then let them fall into place. "Ah. Here we are." Sophie waited while he disembarked, then moved to the doorway. She briefly considered ignoring his outstretched hand and jumping down herself, but the carriage was quite high off the ground, and she really didn't wish to make a fool of herself by tripping and landing in the gutter. It would be nice to insult him, but not at the cost of a sprained ankle. With a sigh, she took his hand. "Very smart of you," Benedict murmured. Sophie looked at him sharply. How did he know what she'd been thinking? "I almost always know what you're thinking," he said. She tripped. "Whoa!" he called out, catching her expertly before she landed in the gutter. He held her just a moment longer than was necessary before depositing her on the pavement. Sophie would have said something, except that her teeth were ground together far too tightly for words. "Doesn't the irony just kill you?" Benedict asked, smiling wickedly. She pried open her jaw. "No, but it may very well kill ." He laughed, the blasted man. -Benedict & Sophie"