She chortles at that blatantly lascivious expression. "Oh, they would know what to think, my lord. And I would wager most know the song already, or some like it, even if your lofty position protects you from being exposed to such crudeness."

She smirks a little. The Riddermark is less modest about such things than Gondor, and once in a while she likes to make him blush. "But to save your dignity you could sing it only to me. Or if modesty still forbids then I will keep it to sing to you. On special occasions."