Chuckling he pulled her closer. "I don't care about the toast." Picking her up he headed for his room before gently laying her down on his bed. He closed the door and crawled into the bed beside her.<br/><br/>"I bet he didn't tell you the best stories, that would've given you all sorts of bad ideas." He stretched. The room was cold and dark again, but he could still see her face. That beautiful face.