[Quick to abandon the ropes, with gratitude he refuses to show in his eyes or mannerisms, he takes a seat on the couch, posture somewhat tense and leaning forward, elbows on his knees. Wash's question gets an immediate soft and hardly audible distressed noise from D'Artagnan, and he shrugs one shoulder slightly.]

Well... No.

[Looking over at Wash then, it's with somewhat of a sheepish expression he tries to manage better in his embarrassment of having this obviously better idea thrust upon him too late.]

It was two months ago when I'd declined her request and we'd not... At the time, it was not a question, not something I'd wished to pursue, and now that it is, that I've thought about it and considered things, I'd... I didn't bring it up with her. I just...

[Texted Wash.]