Hell Hath No Fury

"I said 'rest,' love," he Told her, "and I meant rest. There'll be time for other things later."

"I didn't realize you were so chivalrous," her Voice murmured in the back of his mind. "Refusing to take advantage of a maiden's grief."

He laughed softly, despite their grief, despite their loss, and kissed her once again.

"Chivalrous isn't exactly a word I'd apply to myself, love. Let's try ... patient, instead."

"I prefer chivalrous," she Told him. "And in this case, I think I may just know you better than you know yourself."

"Maybe. But either way, woman," he turned back the light spread at one side of the enormous bed and tucked her under it, "you need rest. And so do I. So—" he bent over to kiss her once again, very gently "

—go to sleep."