<strong>Torven</strong><br/><br/>He luxuriated beneath the unaccustomed attention.  Once Isulura lay beside him, Torven rolled to his side and smiled.  "Of course," he glanced over her shoulder, almost accidentally, "Hmm . . . I hate to break the mood, but check out the time."  If he was right, she probably had somewhere to be.  And he ought to . . . well, he wasn't sure what he ought to be doing just yet.