<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"What if I prefer to sweep you off your feet?" Cameron said, suiting actions to words and scooping her into his arms.  "What then?  No footing to adjust now, is there my sweet?"  He smiled and kissed her again, cradling her against his chest.  "You may presume upon me anytime, Gwen."</span></span>