Drinian wrapped his arms around Amora's shoulder, pulling her ever close.  It seemed as if he was about to kiss her, but instead said with a grin, "I command you, servant Amora, to be my Master.  Ask me anything, command me anything; I am yours this weekend."  Holding her still and close, he looked into her eyes, looking deep.  His nose only slightly touched hers; his eyes began to tear slightly.  He could not determine how much more beautiful than the sunset his love was to him.