The kiss lingered for long moments, acting as both a reward for her actions and, of course, a way for Quentin to fulfil his own, largely selfish desires. She tasted good and felt better, and so he was not swift to give that up.<br/><br/>When it did he eased onto his back, settling down and inviting sleep to tug on him. He was plenty weary, with little left in him. "Show me the mess you made of yourself, Zoey... Then, after you have turned out the light, you may press affectionately into my side to rest. I will ask no more of you tonight."<br/><br/>He let his eyelids droop, and looked forward to tomorrow; to a whole day of shaping her for her party. Sleep soon stole over him.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>