“I stand corrected, Princess,” he whispered.  “Although hell sounds like a beach resort compared to what you just said.”  A corner of Orion’s mouth curled into a smile as he watched her sip from a flask of her own.  Well, well, he thought, look who’s a naughty girl.  He considered mentioning it, but chose to let it slide instead.<br/><br/>“And by this<i>fun </i>you mention, am I to presume we are allowed to see and bed other people?”  The Prince paused briefly to allow his question to sink in.  “In other words, our marriage would<i>not</i>be one of exclusivity.”  Orion gazed into her eyes, believing he already knew what her answer would be.  A sip of absinthe and all seemed right with the world at that moment.