<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #80BFFF"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Peter Halvardson</span><br/><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;">'The Viking'</span></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Peter couldn't help but grin like some dumb guy all the time when Alice was away to fetch some towels. He had well noticed how difficult it had been for her not to kiss him again and how she had took forever to finally part from him. Peter was pretty sure, that Alice was falling so hard for him, that by the end of those six weeks she would be like wax in his hands. As nice as that idea may seem, Peter had no intention to use it for his purposes. He liked Alice and he wanted that she would declare him innocent, not to force her into a relationship that would always be overshadowed by her knowledge that he was some bad guy and had robbed her heart.<br/><br/>When she returned and toweled him off, he looked at her increduluously. Did she mean if they should stop at the cantine? He doubted it, but he asked her anyway while he took a towel and rubbed her dry, wrapping the towel around her torso, when he was finished.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Don't tell me that you want to give the UE food another try? It doesn't taste better the second time around, believe me. But if you mean, if I am still hungry for this tasty little police woman here, well I am..."</span><br/><br/>Without giving her a chance to get away, his arm sneaked under her arms and before she understood what was happening, she was on his arms and Peter didn't even flinch because of his broken ribs.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"Ok, that proves it, lifting you up is no heavy lifting. I felt absolutely nothing in my ribs and I can carry you around for a while now. And if it starts hurting I simply throw you over my shoulder and carry you that way..."</span></div>