"Right." And she can't do that while you're holding on to her, boyo. Reluctantly he let his hands drop back to his sides and stepped back to take a seat on Pippa's bed. Maybe if he didn't loom quite so much, she could move about as needed.

He heard the irritable tomcat approach the door, then let out an annoyed little growl when he still smelled the púca within. While Tiberus made his second retreat, Rory tried for casual conversation. "Is Marcello's studio on Murano as well?" Ah, there, he can even say the name without wanting to clench his teeth. Will wonders never cease?