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Kate guesses where Harry has disappeared to and she sees a very different side to this Old One. All errors are my own and are unintentional. Warnings for bad language. Another warning for a long chapter ahead.
Chapter Three:
It's absolutely freezing cold and Kate wishes that she'd remembered to put her coat on. She slowly emerges onto the mainly flat roof and looks around. She doesn't think that he would've gone out the front door, not without drawing attention to himself and not without his jacket and his shoes. She shivers as a cold breeze rips through her. Bloody hell it's cold enough to freeze the arse off a polar bear tonight.
It also doesn't help that it's pitch black out here too.
She turns her head as she contemplates going back downstairs and it's then that she sees him.
He's standing on the building ledge, his back soldier straight and he's staring straight ahead. Kate wouldn't have seen him if it wasn't for the whiteness of his shirt. It blows away from his body in the frigid breeze like a flag. Her eyes widen briefly.
"Oh for fuck's sake Harry." she mutters beneath her breath and slowly she approaches him.
"That's quite close enough." Harry's voice sounds imperious in the quiet but Kate hears how it trembles very slightly.
"What are you doing out here Harry?" she enquires calmly. She moves slowly towards the edge and peers over.
"That's a long way down." she adds on and looks up at him. Harry is covered in blood; it drenches its way over his face, down his neck and over his chest and stomach. His eyes are a little on the wild side, his hair dishevelled with locks of it falling over his forehead. It makes him look strangely…vulnerable.
"It won't kill you y'know, it'll hurt like a bastard for a few weeks but won't kill you."
"Go away Kate." Harry all but sighs but he doesn't look at her. He just stares straight ahead of him and she wonders what it is he's looking at, what it is that he's seeing.
"I can't do that Harry and you know it. Mr Snow wants you taken care of during your trip and can you imagine his reaction if we failed in our mission? I know I don't want to upset Michael." she shivers and it's not all together faked. She doesn't want to witness any negative reaction from her sire over the loss of such an important guest.
"What if I said that I didn't care what Snow or Michael wanted?" Harry answers quietly and Kate regards him.
"Then I'd say you have a problem Mr Yorke because when Mr Snow expresses an opinion or issues an instruction then we listen. I thought you enjoyed being his enfant terrible?" That gets a reaction by the way Harry's head snaps around and she sees his eyes narrow.
"Don't you get tired of it all Kate? All of the blood, the power, of seeing the fear in other people's eyes?" he retorts angrily.
"Honestly? No. I was given this gift by Michael, this eternal life. Before he did then my life was utterly meaningless. It stretched uselessly ahead of me without respite until death through disease, starvation or childbirth claimed me. Don't you think that we've been blessed, to be a witness to the changing of evolution and the power that it ultimately brings us? So they fear us, so what? Surely that's our right?" Kate's eyes glow with the thought of it. She moves a little bit closer to him. Trust Harry to decide to throw a wobbly tonight of all nights when it's cold enough to freeze her unmentionables off.
"Don't tell me that Lord Harry is slowly coming undone by it all?" she quietly goads. Harry remains silent and he looks away.
"I killed that girl." he says instead.
"How many have you killed in your lifetime Harry? Has to be in the thousands am I right? They knew what they were getting into when they started working at this place. Why should that bother you now?" Harry looks back at her and his eyes widen slightly.
"But you said…" Kate shrugs nonchalantly.
"You're not the first to kill in the throes of passion and you won't be the last." she replies and Harry frowns at her.
"I'm not some callow youth whose behaviour you can excuse."
"Maybe not but this threatening to throw yourself off the roof business is boring and… attention seeking don't you think? If you'd been intending to actually do it then you'd be a bloodied heap on the ground about now. Funny that you're not." she waits.
"It wasn't the…throes of passion that caused it…"
"Then what was it?" Kate enquires and she watches the strangest of looks cross Harry's face.
"I…I'm not sure." he whispers.
"You're a vampire for Christ's sake Harry; you don't need an excuse or a reason. She was there, warm, human and with a heartbeat. Sometimes it can be too much, however old you are. Come on, get down from that ledge. We need to leave and leave now. It's fucking freezing out here." she holds out a hand and she waits expectantly.
A few more moments tick by and Kate watches as Harry frowns and then he turns.
She watches as he steps down from the ledge and despite it all she breathes a quiet sigh of relief. She then watches how Harry's expression becomes curiously blank.
"Come on." Kate tells him and puts a guiding arm across his back and leads him back inside. He's ice cold to the touch.
Once in the light she can see how pale he is. He's bone white with dark shadows under both tear rimmed eyes. He's trembling as together they walk back to the suite.
His pace slows as they approach the suite. Kate glances at him and barely refrains from rolling her eyes.
"Come on, you can do it." she tells him instead.
The clean-up squad have been. She realises this almost immediately. As she propels Harry towards the bathroom to clean up she notices that the bed has been changed, there is fresh linen in place and no trace of blood or the body anywhere. While Harry cleans up, she goes into her own room and finds the same. Everything is pristine and immaculate. She can't help it, she's impressed.
It's as though they were never here.
Kate quickly finishes dressing and heads towards Harry's room. His suit jacket has been laid neatly out on the bottom of the now spick-and-span bed and the bathroom door is firmly closed. She debates whether she should see if he's alright. For a vampire she has noticed that he's usually very much in control, his stillness is unnerving to say the least. She's been waiting for a burst of real emotion; of rage, of anything but instead all she has seen is mild amusement, charm and a self-loathing that she finds quite frankly disturbing.
The bathroom door opens and Harry appears. He's clean, there's no sign of the blood that soaked him earlier. The two vampires stare at each other for a moment or two before Harry slowly, almost tiredly approaches the bed and lowers himself onto the bottom of it. Kate watches as he reaches for his socks and his shoes and he laboriously pulls them on. The silence stretches awkwardly between them. As he stands up again, Harry pauses as she hands him his jacket and she ignores the fact that his hands are shaking as he accepts it and shrugs it on. She turns and heads into the sitting room again.
Harry's spine is straighter when he appears a little while later. His mask seems to be back in place again.
They walk back downstairs. Vi is waiting for them and Kate can see the disapproval in her eyes. She watches them wordlessly but Kate sees the contempt on her face and it rankles sharply with her. The clean-up squad have completed their business and Vi has been 'spoken to'. She will not be happy at all. A lull falls as the two vampires enter the room and Kate pauses and she takes them all in. So it's going to be like that is it?
"Can I help any of you with something?" she enquires in a loud sharp voice. She sees how they look away, pretend interest in something or someone else. Harry stands beside her, stiff and watchful.
"Didn't think so." Kate retorts scornfully and she walks towards Vi.
"You gonna give me the cold shoulder now darlin', after all I've done for you." her voice lowers icily and Vi straightens, outrage flashing in her eyes.
"She was one of my best girls and he killed her!" she hisses back, her head nodding towards Harry.
"Careful who you're talking about there sweetheart, he could rip you apart and not think twice about it or care. You're no fucking innocent, your best girl will be replaced by someone else before the sun comes up so don't go playing the victim with me."
"It's unacceptable, he's an animal!" she snarls back at her. She gives an alarmed squeak as Kate suddenly grabs her around her throat and pushes her up against the wall. Her eyes blaze black and her fangs erupt. Freddie starts forward but Harry turns and steps in his way. He holds a hand up and just shakes his head. Freddie stays obediently still.
"He's an animal? What does that make you sweetheart? Because you've made a very pretty penny off the backs of us animals. Be careful love, be very very careful. One word from me to Mr Harper and it will be all over for you in more ways than one. You also better hope to God Mr Snow doesn't hear of this blatant disrespect either." her hand tightens briefly around her throat.
"You remember who you're talking to in future! Don't push me too far or I'll forget that I once considered you a friend." she snarls at her and then lets go. Her eyes are their usual cool blue by the time she turns around. She sends a warning glare at Freddie before she looks at Harry.
"Time we left Harry." she tells him in a deceptively mild tone and the two vampires leave.
"Now I know why Michael has you as his second in command. You are fearless." Harry comments as they exit the building. Kate glances at him.
"It's the only way to get any respect from this lot. I thought you'd done your homework on me Harry?" her voice softens very slightly.
"I have."
"And?"
"You're tough and you don't suffer fools gladly. Now I see why. You have more balls than a lot of your male counterparts." she pauses and looks at him.
"You're right, I don't suffer fools. It may not seem…ladylike in some circles but this is who I am. I don't care whether you like it or not." the determined gleam of earlier returns to her eyes.
"I didn't say that I didn't like it Kate." he comments mildly. They both hear the low purr of a motor engine and turn at the same time.
A car pulls up across the street from them both. They watch as a window is wound down and Kate hears Harry sigh as a grey suited chauffeur comes into view.
"Mr Yorke, Miss Jennings." he greets. Kate looks at Harry who just looks resigned.
"Who's that?" Harry glances at her as he begins to walk towards the idling vehicle.
"My car and Dixon, my chauffeur. He ferries me around when I'm in London." he pauses as Dixon gets out of the driver's seat and opens the rear passenger door.
"And you didn't think to tell me about this earlier instead of letting me trudge through bombed out London in these heels?" Kate enquires as Harry stands to one side to let her in. He quickly follows and the door is slammed shut as he takes his seat.
"I deliberately didn't use him tonight, but vampire jungle drums being what they are..." he frowns slightly as the car pulls away from the kerb.
They're in a very posh part of London Kate realises as the car glides to an effortless halt. Harry doesn't wait for the chauffeur to open his door as he exits and waits for her to follow. He watches as she looks up at the three storey house in front of him and she looks back at Harry.
"This is your place?" Harry shrugs and walks away from her, up the path, up the small flight of stairs and inside. Kate follows, temporarily struck dumb.
"It's not mine per se but it's mine when I'm in the city. Technically it belongs to Mr Snow." he informs her as they cross the threshold. Kate sees a uniformed maid approach. She waits for a moment and then takes Harry's overcoat and hat from him, doing the same with Kate's coat.
Kate follows Harry into a spacious sitting room. Her eyes take in the furnishings. It's all very spare but expensive, minimalist she believes is the correct term. It's furnished with antiques and there are works of real art on the silk covered walls.
"You live here all by yourself?"
"With servants, when I'm in town."
"Must get lonely sometimes." Kate comments and watches as Harry shrugs almost nonchalantly.
"You need to get yourself a lady friend Harry, someone you can indulge and spoil, that's what Michael does."
"I noticed." Harry responds dryly. It makes Kate grin.
"Drink?" Harry then enquires and Kate nods.
"Go on then, twist my arm." she replies and watches him approach a drinks cabinet and open it. He pours whisky into two tumblers and approaches her and hands one to her. She accepts it and looks down at the pale amber liquid. She lifts the glass and gently inhales and then smiles at Harry who is observing her quietly.
"Quid pro quo I believe. Cheers." he lifts the glass slightly and takes a sip of his own drink.
Kate watches him as she copies. Harry is still pale and he still has those shadows underneath his eyes but he seems to have regained a little of his previously scattered equilibrium. She watches him sit down on the sofa beside him.
"I wanted to apologise…about earlier…" Harry begins, his voice halting. He looks down into his glass and he frowns.
"It was all taken care of, it was just a hiccup." Kate responds and Harry glances at her and shakes his head slightly.
"I don't have hiccups Kate. I'm always in control, always. I'm not sure what happened back there, I usually have more…decorum than that." he keeps his voice low. He then sighs.
"If I'm to be completely honest, I really don't want to be in London, no disrespect to you or to Michael but I just don't have the stomach for it right now." he confesses with another frown. Kate regards him with open curiosity.
"Then why are you here?" she asks. Harry looks at her.
"Mr Snow wants me based here permanently. He wants me to oversee his interests, make sure that he's represented correctly. He hasn't been back to these shores in over a hundred and fifty years but he knows exactly what is going on. He's chosen me to oversee the dog fights, the brothels, the money, and the nests. He wants to make his presence felt, through me. I am to show no mercy. For some reason he seems to trust me above everyone else."
"You don't sound all that keen." Harry shrugs.
"I'm more than qualified for the task and I know that I could do the job and ably but I have…moments where I question it all. I have times when I wish that I could just…disappear." Kate regards him with new understanding. Now she begins to get it, Harry feels trapped by his circumstances, by his obvious privilege, like a bird in a gilded cage. She sighs noisily and it succeeds in breaking the tense atmosphere.
"God we all have moments like those Harry. I know that I do. The Blitz knocked out a few nests, we lost quite a few soldiers and it created chaos for a while especially for yours truly, running around like a blue arsed fly trying to keep order and then we had the refugees coming in and I had a hell of a time reminding them of who was boss and such like and I ended up kicking a few arses in the process. I'd've quite happily took off for quieter shores then but I didn't. I just took a deep breath and pulled myself together and got on with it." Harry regards her curiously.
"Keeping control of other vampires isn't your job Kate, it's Michael's. You shouldn't be doing that kind of thing" he tells her and Kate tilts her head to one side as she looks at him.
"Why not? Oh is it because I'm female and it's not becoming? Yeah, well he's not the most conscientious of bosses sometimes but I don't mind, it keeps him sweet and me busy."
"I've noticed that you do like to be the one in control." Harry comments and Kate's expression sharpens somewhat.
"Don't you?" Harry inclines his head.
"Of course, but under my own terms." he replies. Kate nods.
"For all that Michael is my sire, we have an understanding and we get along alright most of the time. What about your sire?"
"What about him? He's dead; I ended him two hundred and fifty years ago. He bored me." Harry replies and Kate's eyes widened in shock.
"You did what? Bloody hell Harry that took some brass ones didn't it?" Harry's answering shrug is elegant but unaffected.
"I suppose that it did. I outgrew him and then Mr Snow discovered me, made me his protégé, end of story really."
"You don't miss him?" Harry shakes his head. He takes another sip of his drink and grimaces as it burns a path down to his stomach.
"If I'd stayed with him I wouldn't be where I am now." his expression turns thoughtful.
"No Mr Snow, no position of trust in London…" Kate reminds him dryly. Harry stares at her.
"Don't worry; I don't intend to interfere with your affairs or with Michael's affairs unless I'm specifically told to by Mr Snow. You won't even know that I'm here." he drains his glass and stands up. Kate watches as he walks back to the drinks cabinet and puts his glass down. Somehow she doubts that. She watches as he turns and looks at her.
"It's been a very long day for me so I think I shall take my leave. I'd appreciate it if you could keep our conversation…just between us." his voice is cool. Kate just nods.
"Of course, just between friends, I get it."
"Are we friends?" Harry enquires curiously. Kate finishes her drink and she gets to her feet.
"I think we are. You're an odd soul but I think I like you." she replies and the faintest of smiles crosses Harry's face.
"Thank you and likewise. I'd be happy to have a room made up for you here if you'd like…" he watches as Kate shakes her head.
"I'd better get going myself." she answers.
"Then let me get Dixon to take you home." Kate smiles at him.
"I'd appreciate that Harry, thanks." she tells him.
The cab pulls up at the kerb and Harry stands at the door. The two vampires regard each other.
"It has been an honour to meet you Kate, and thank you…for everything." he holds out a hand and after a moment Kate takes it. She watches as this time he lifts her hand to his lips and presses a gentle kiss against the knuckles. She deliberately ignores her reaction to it. It feels like a little electric current sparkling along her nerves. He lets go of her hand. She frowns very slightly.
"Likewise Harry. Listen…a word of advice. Don't let anyone see what I saw tonight. I won't tell anyone I promise you but there are others out there, much worse than me that will not think twice about using it to their advantage." she pauses.
"There are ways of getting out of this life you know, if you know what to do. There are ways of walking away from it and making folk think you won't be ever coming back." She watches him as he seems to digest her words.
"Thank you for an…interesting evening Kate." he begins and his eyes sharpen on her face as she opens her mouth. She pauses briefly before taking a breath.
"I know you're only in the Smoke for a couple of days Harry but next time you're in town how about you look me up and we'll go out for dinner, somewhere private and quiet?" she suggests. She waits and she fully expects him to refuse her invitation, especially given what has happened this evening. Harry seems to ponder it. Then he nods.
"Thank you, I think that would be nice." She flashes a smile at his acceptance.
"Excellent, I'll leave my address with Dixon." she tells him.
Harry watches as she walks down the stone steps and into the car. He's still standing there watching as the car purrs out of sight.
The next morning, Kate returns to the club. Everything is much different, quieter, cleaner and more human. She heads towards Michael's private living quarters and lets herself in.
She smells the alcohol, the perfume as well as the sex. As her eyes take in the untidiness she realises that someone had a very good night last night. She's still thinking about the evening she spent with Lord Harry and still unable to form an absolute definitive opinion about him. She was telling the truth when she claimed that she liked him, sort of. She does but she thinks it may go deeper than that, she can't quite put her finger on why. There's just...something about him.
As it is she takes in her surroundings and sighs quietly and wonders whether she should just come back later.
"Ahh…Katie!" She turns around when he hears Michael's jovial tone. Her sire emerges from his bedroom clad in just a navy blue dressing gown. He does look like he's had a very good time last night.
"Michael." she greets neutrally. He smiles.
"Sorry about the mess…" it's a half-hearted apology and doesn't mean a thing and Kate knows it. She shrugs as she follows him into the kitchen.
"I didn't expect to see you til this afternoon at the earliest. A good night was it?" Michael enquires as he pours some coffee. Kate looks at it and again wonders why there'd be coffee on the go when the sitting room looks like a bomb has dropped on it. Michael pours another cup and pushes one towards Kate who accepts it and nurses it rather than drink it. Michael's coffee is so strong that it could almost raise the dead.
"Yeah…it was interesting." Kate answers and Michael looks at her.
"Just interesting?" he enquires, his tone sharpening. Kate's eyes narrow and she glares at him.
"Yes, just interesting. What's wrong with that?" she retorts crossly.
"And did you find out why he's in the Smoke exactly?"
"Just to keep an eye on Mr Snow's interests, see the lay of the land. I'm sure you knew that already. I know you sent me on a fishing expedition and he didn't reveal anything new." Michael sighs.
"Maybe, maybe not. Will he get in my way though?"
"He says not but if he has Snow's ear then you'd better watch yourself."
"He's just a kid!"
"Don't underestimate him Michael, Snow chose him for a reason." they both turn their heads when they hear the front door quietly close.
"Did you like him though?" Michael asks and Kate pauses as the events of the previous evening play through her mind. It had been an eventful and very interesting night. Eventually she nods.
"Yeah, I did." she confirms. Michael's answering smile is sly and cold.
"How much did you like him though, enough to keep him distracted whenever necessary?"
"Not funny Michael." she warns him with a scowl but she remembers that gentle kiss on the back of her hand all the same.
It's early evening when she returns to her flat. She's exhausted. She wants a bath and then hopefully a solid eight hours of sleep. She wonders which one she'll go without.
"Margaret? I'm back!" she calls as she closes the front door behind her. She smiles when she sees her maid emerge from the living room but the smile disappears when she sees the dark expression in her eyes. She slowly frowns.
"Margaret?"
"You have a guest Miss Jennings." her voice is quiet and tense.
"Do I indeed, and who is my guest?" she enquires coolly. She stops in her tracks when Harry emerges from the living room behind Margaret.
"Good evening Kate. It seems as though Michael works you hard." he comments. Kate frowns at him.
"Harry. I thought you were leaving London tonight?" she tenses and watches him carefully as he slowly approaches her.
"I've arranged to stay an extra night."
"Good for you. So what do you want?" he stops in front of her and she lifts her chin slightly as she looks into his eyes. They're hazel brown, with a green ring around the iris.
"Now if I told you you'd probably slap my face." He takes an experimental step towards her. She takes a similar step back and feels her back bump up against the wall.
"Careful Harry, I might just slap it anyway." she warns. He pauses and then he slowly smiles. He leans forward very slightly.
"I haven't been able to get you out of my head all day." he whispers. Kate narrows her eyes.
"I'm warning you…"
"Oh Kate…" he takes another step towards her until he's right there in her space. She can smell him; soap, toothpaste, a touch of spice in his cologne and a drift of cigarette smoke. Her hands come out and slap against his chest and he stills. This is not the same bloke as last night. This isn't the controlled man, the close to suicidal man, this is a different man altogether. This must be the Lord Harry of reputation. Instinctively she knows that she must be very careful.
She pushes him away and he staggers back a couple of steps.
"Have you come to collect on our dinner date is that it?" she tilts her head to one side. Harry slowly smiles and shrugs. She wags a finger at him.
"And here's me thinking you were different from all the others Harry. I thought you had respect for me, what I did." Anger tightens her voice slightly.
"If I didn't respect you Kate, I wouldn't be taking no for an answer." Kate inhales sharply and deeply at his admission. She turns her head and sees Margaret still hovering in the doorway.
"It's fine Margaret, you can go for the evening, I'll let you know if I need you." she tells her and she sees the wary distrustful look she sends Harry's way. She makes herself smile.
"Really, everything is alright here. I'll see you in the morning." she tells her and she watches as she disappears from view. Once she does she looks back at Harry.
"Who is that?" he enquires softly.
"She's my maid; she's been with me since she was a teenager. She looks after my hair and my make-up and makes sure I don't leave here looking like a complete disaster." She watches him take another step towards her once more and he stops when she raises a hand.
"Seriously Harry…"
"You aren't interested?" he slides into her personal space once more and this time she lets him.
"In what?" she demands and he sighs.
"You're determined to be obtuse aren't you? Us…I told you things last night that I have never told another soul."
"Oh and you think that entitles you to a quick tumble does it?" she retaliates archly. Instead of looking offended, Harry just smiles.
"I'm not looking for a relationship Kate and I don't think that you are either. What's the harm in it? Don't you believe in fun? Aren't you allowed to have any or must you be Michael's puppet, ready to do his bidding at a moment's notice?" he goads. Kate frowns at him.
"He doesn't control me, nobody does." she answers coldly and watches Harry tilt his head slowly, imperceptibly to one side.
"Really?" he enquires softly. He takes another step towards her until she can feel his body brush up against hers.
"Or is it all an act?" he whispers.
"I could ask you the very same question Harry, is this the vampire of reputation that I was told about because I certainly didn't see him last night." she retaliates. For a moment absolute silence drops between them as they stare at each other. A strange kind of awareness arcs between them, it makes her entire body tingle. A tight smile crosses Harry's face.
"You are utterly fearless." he tells her.
"I don't care what you think of me Harry. You have no control over me. No man does. I'm my own person."
"Does Michael know that?"
"Especially Michael." she retorts. She stiffens as Harry reaches for her, his fingers tracing softly against the skin at the curve of her jaw. She pulls her head back, he grabs her chin and pulls her head around and her eyes flash black and she hisses at him, fangs on display. She watches as his own eyes blacken in response and she sees his fangs appear. He lowers his head and kisses her and she feels those fangs nip her lower lip. She jerks her head back and snarls at him. She pushes him and he rocks back on his heels.
"I won't be your plaything Harry." she hisses at him, insulted. His eyes flash hazel brown again and his fangs retract.
"Jesus Kate." he whispers and she sees the first signs of frustration. She straightens. She moves towards him. Her expression is fierce and determined.
What the hell, why not? He's interested, he's doesn't want commitment. He wants to have a good time and God so do I. We both have something to prove.
"It's got to be on my terms Harry. I like to be the one in control. I have to be."
This time she reaches for him.
He watches her get out of bed and walk naked across her room and unhook the robe from the back of the door. She slips it on and knots it and turns to look at him. He's leaning up against the headboard and he looks dishevelled, unashamed, well used if she's to be blunt.
"You look pleased with yourself." she accuses him and he shrugs lazily. She slowly approaches the bed again.
"Don't get too comfortable with the situation. I'm not looking for anything, I'm better by myself."
"Don't worry, I made myself perfectly clear earlier. I like you. You're straightforward and honest. You don't lie, to me, to those around you or to yourself. It's refreshing." He sits up straight as she lowers herself down on the side of the double bed and she turns her head and regards him.
"You need to get out of here. If Michael finds out…"
"What would he do?" Harry enquires curiously. Kate sighs and slowly shakes her head.
"He'd try to blackmail you; he'd try to use it to his advantage and that's just for starters."
"If he tries either of those then he'll get a shock."
"He's as old as Mr Snow, he knows his way around everyone and everything. You don't want to cross him." Harry leans closer to her.
"That is as maybe but he doesn't know me." he sees how she frowns.
"He may be your sire but he doesn't own you." he reminds him and her expression becomes haunted.
"Doesn't he? He's responsible for all of this, for my existence…" she shrugs. Harry shakes his head.
"All of this is because of you, don't let him tell you otherwise." she stares at him and then she sighs.
"Perhaps. Harry you need to leave now, I mean it." she goes to stand up but he grabs hold of her wrist and she looks back at him.
"Next time I'm in London I'm going to get in touch with you. Will that be acceptable?" she looks down at his hand clamped around her wrist. Damn it to hell and back. He's a pain in the arse and persistent with it. She's tempted to tell him that no, it isn't acceptable but Christ he's a good roll in the sack. She looks back into his eyes.
She nods.