Casually soaking up his body language as well as the desire quietly beginning to rise off of him, Thelema giggles softly at the suggestion she won't get any peace. There are a few ways that could be true--but most of them would likely scandalize the village too much to be feasible, so she only gives him an intrigued look as though to tacitly ask how she'd be so completely occupied. No need to put words to it, though. She's curious whether he's aware of his own words' ambiguity.

She looks puzzled for a moment as he continues, but smiles reassuringly once he trails off.

"Mmm..? Ah-... is that so? My... you seem to me perfectly sweet. If you were not, you would have no reason to worry so about how someone else's opinions might affect me. Mm, but I am certain I will be all right, I assure you. And besides, we are alone, here, and would have to be very loud to draw anyone's attention, yes?"

As sweetly as she smiles, there's definitely something ambiguous about what exactly she means, her turns of phrase just a bit peculiar. ...but maybe it's a language thing? She tilts her head lightly, her attitude still warm and welcoming even as her smile grows a touch more troubled at the not-so-cheerful topic.

"I hope I am not prying too much, but
I must wonder why anyone would not like you, darling. Some misunderstanding? Strife between families?"