"I don't know.  Probably."  Balthazar's hand on her thigh made it hard for her to concentrate, and the Baroness began to fade as she lost her focus, turning in his arms to stroke her grandsire's face with soft hands.  "Time is funny here, but I think we may be running out.  The drought they gave me was mild, and I will wake up soon.  If you wish to. . .ride me. . ."  Aurora left the thought uncompleted, tilting her face up to kiss the lich with feather light brushes of her lips.