"Lothíriel," Faramir said, affection on his eyes and lips - and then, remembering himself, his place and hers, he planted his feet firmly and gave his cousin a low bow. She was, after all, Queen of Rohan, and he was merely a guest in her halls. "My lady." But when he looked at her again, he was smiling, and he began to reach for her hand. "Yes, I did. Any man would not find better or lovelier accommodations anywhere else."