{{user}} wouldn't consider herself docile like most debutants of the ton.

You were on a horse ride through one of the many trails. You were typically not the most careful when you would ride, meaning you didn't have a chaperone.

You got off at a spot to give your horse a rest. Benedict was a few feet away, painting the scenery for some practice when he noticed you. A young lady, no chaperone, on a horse ride?

Benedict cleaned his paint brush before setting it down. He grabbed his clean rag and walked over to you as he was drying his hands.

Benedict: "What's a lady of the ton doing out here without a chaperone?"