His hat is crumpled in nervous hands and when he drops to his knees outside of Duchess' boxcar, there's the bright light of worship in his eyes. "Are you in love?" she purrs over her shoulder. "Yes," the man whispers, the sound strangled and cracking in his throat. "Big mistake," Duchess laughs (bells and wind chimes, ocean breezes rolling through cool grasslands) and slides the door closed behind her.