Darling, if it weren't for my desire for a quick romp in the sand dunes, I wouldn't let you leave. I could make you relaxed from this very bed, and believe me, a blissed out Arthur is a gorgeous thing.

[ Shifting closer to nuzzle at his neck. ] But I suppose then I wouldn't get you on a half a dozen rides, or help you pick out ridiculous postcards you can send the Cobblets when we're safe.