<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"Do not chew on your lip, darling, you will make sores," Cameron chastised automatically, using his thumb to free her lip from her teeth.  "No, I do not tire of you.  I never have, and I never will."  He smiled a little.  "You were a delightful companion as a child and though you are not that child any longer -- I believe you will be an entirely new kind of delight now."</span></span>