He rapped his paw on the ground and glared at her at the mention of an island erupting, before nodding to the 'den.' "Disintegrate spell. Useful for more than just making dust. So, are we planning to start with snogging, stories, or sex?"<br/><br/>He knew most of his time would be, again, on sex, something the companions seemed to crave. Maybe three hundred years without his personal attention had made them appreciate his skill. And Sune's, by extension.<br/><br/>Most of a week later, assuming nothing happened, he was preening her neck frill, and enjoying being bonded, though she would realize he wasn't letting her into his mind nearly as deep as before.