<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">He returned the kiss with more warmth than he'd intended, caught up in the taste of her.  He pulled back with a half laugh.  "Here I am, trying to be the better man -- to allow your body time to recover -- and yet I kiss you with intent."  Cameron shook his head, skimming his hand down her again.  "I am sorry, bright heart.  I am certain you are sore, and I do not wish to add to that."  He tucked his head into the curve over he neck.  "Then too..." he trailed off, his hand stroking her idly.  "Then too, I know that you have yet to see a cleric, and... though I wish very much to sire a child upon you, I do believe Kyrion would murder me if I were to do so now."</span></span>