<em>"Nothing...?"<br/><br/>He smiles softly at her.<br/><br/>"Methinks the lady doth protest too much..."<br/><br/>His hands gently brush at her hair, cheeks, and neck, dancing cross them. She still can't seem to get anything in focus- all of it seems indistinct... like a dream...<br/><br/>"She's safe, Mariska... she's safe... there's no need to worry..."</em>