Melinda's smile and soft laughter inspired by his little joke was a memory Dalindme would treasure forever. That Melinda understood him instantaneously and confirmed his opinion after tasting herself made a gruff, gravelly laugh issue from him. He favored her with a wide-eyed, imploring look as if begging for another taste.<br/><br/>Then she 'scared' him into forgetting about it, only to play her hand up and down Dalindme's arm to 'calm' him. Something that mixed pure joy and a wicked kind of delight thrummed along their link as Melinda shot  Dalindme that mischievous glance and promised not hurt him. He enjoyed their game immensely and heard the ring truth in her words. "I know... Not ever," he murmured back to her as she yawned.<br/><br/>"Sleep?" Dalindme asked her even as he rose up to his feet. He scooped her up into his arms and carried her through the darkness back to the chamber she woke up in. He set her down on a soft albeit musty bedding made of numerous blankets and quilts he'd gathered from the surface of London. "Rest," he says softly and turns to go to tend to something elsewhere.