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"You can," she said reasonably, curling her hand on his chest. "Or you could stay here with me."
Her fingers traced shapes in his spine and she fell silent, her free hand coming up to gently brush through his hair.
She stretched out her wings, yawning tiredly as she rubbed his back slowly.
She grinned at him. "Anyway. About that key?"
"Oh, good."
She laughed slightly. "Then don't."
"It's my one claim to fame."
"You won't even deny it?"
She smiled sleepily, her hand curling on his chest. "I like you too..."
"I'm a lot of things, but boring is not one of them."
"I can guarantee you are."
"That's what they all say."
Her brows furrowed and she considered him thoughtfully. "You don't like him?"
She glanced at him out of the corner of her eyes. "Your mortal enemy."
"I know, my love, but think of the children."
"I can build small things. Not rooms."
He flushed again, giving her a small smile. "You think everything we do is cute."
She brushed her hand over his skin for a moment before dropping her hand, leaning back against the headboard, considering him. "Is Briar coming...
She laughed again, deeper this time. "Uh huh. Sure."
He seemed relieved, nodding slightly. "Thank you."
