From my current Regency romance WIP Faebourne:
“Do you live here all the time?” Edward asked.
Duncan shook his head. “Only when the servants get bored.”
Richard cocked his head, and his gray eyes gleamed with bright interest. “You would not choose London over the country?”
Duncan sat back and sighed. “I don’t know,” he said after a minute’s rumination. “I’ve never had to choose.”
“But if you did? Have to choose, that is?” Edward asked.
Duncan considered. “Dove Hill is where I grew up. And it is roomier. I think… Yes, I would say I am more attached to it than here.”
“You would choose the country,” said Richard.
Duncan nodded. “Yes, I daresay I would.”
Upon later reflection, it seemed to Duncan that Richard and Edward exchanged a meaningful look when he spoke those words. But hindsight is always clearer, as they say, particularly after one has been kidnapped.