<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"I am glad he did not," Cameron said wryly, "as that would have made our current conduct very -- distinctly different."<br/>
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He sat up, careful to ease away and not just dump her on the mattress.  "Now that the mood is well nigh broken," he sighed, "I suppose I really should extricate myself.  I will still report to Sir Donovan -- at least until you officially make me your Hand -- and there are tasks I should take care of..." Cameron trailed off, rubbing his forehead.  "I have never been so reluctant to leave a bed, my love.  I half fear that, if I step away from you, last night will vanish in a curl of smoke and it will be as though we had never touched."</span></span>