Like I promised – few notes, and more story. Have fun!

For a Knight's Lady

By: EarthDragonette

Disclaimer: Ash is not my original character. Mary-Lynnette isn't my original character either. Neither are Thierry, or Hannah, or, well, anybody really. Except Reina, the blonde kid from the club, and the pup. Those I'm rather fond of – even if Reina DOES vex me so. Anyway, I'm not making any money off of this story.

Rating: PG-13

Ash checked his wristwatch for the twentieth time, knowing that if he showed up inside of the Black Iris anytime before nine, the entire club would go into an uproar – such an early hour was practically unheard of when it came to Ash Redfern. Lucky for him, dinner had taken longer than usual and Mary-Lynnette had spent a few extra minutes fussing with her make-up.

At least she's better than most women, he thought. David once told me that it took Gillian two hours to get ready for a Solstice ceremony.

It was a shame that Mary-Lynnette hadn't had the chance to meet the fashion-oriented witch or her human soulmate. Ash had been looking to have David guard her when they went to the Iris that evening, but Thierry had told him during dinner that the pair was somewhere in Ecuador looking for high-energy spots. Gillian had been predicting a volcano eruption for weeks and Thierry had finally relented and let her go to South America to see if she was right or not.

Still, the absence of Gillian and David aside, Mary-Lynnette had had the opportunity to meet some of the most important people in Circle Daybreak, including Thea's soulmate Eric, Lady Hannah, the former vampire-hunter Rashel, and Rashel's infamous soulmate, Quinn. In fact, Ash had asked Rashel to come as Mary-Lynnette's guard in David's place, teasing her about her past experiences with Nightworld clubs. Although there was some slight grumbling at first, she'd eventually relented, but only under the condition that they would stay for just an hour.

Glancing over at Mary-Lynnette, who was sitting quietly next to him in back of the limousine, Ash admitted (partly with appreciation and partly with agitation) that she looked amazing and that she would probably require every ounce of Rashel's protective abilities that evening.

She's going to draw guys to her the instant we walk into the club, he thought, reaching over to gently squeeze her hand. I swear this is the worst idea we've ever had. Suddenly remembering one of his connections at the Iris, he realized, Well, maybe there's an extra precaution I can take.

Giving Mary-Lynnette a small smile and not feeling very reassured by the tiny one she gave him in return, Ash glanced at his watch again.

"It's 9:30," he said, unbuckling his seatbelt. "We can go in now." Before he stepped out of the car, he projected to her: Do you remember everything I told you?

She nodded.

And you're sure you want to go through with this?

"I'm sure, Ash."

He sighed in defeat and opened the door, swinging himself up and out of the car. Once Mary-Lynnette stepped out, he draped his arm around her and waved to the driver. Rashel was already inside of the club and waiting for Mary-Lynnette.

From the first step Ash took towards the club, Mary-Lynnette could sense the change in him. His posture, his facial expressions, even the way he was breathing were all different from the rhythms she associated with her life mate. The person next to her wasn't the Ash she knew and loved, but someone else – someone predatory and dangerous. Someone that reminded her of what she'd met almost a year ago in Briar Creek.

Biting down momentary panic as she felt his loss, Mary-Lynnette managed to get control over herself and play her part – a spacey, over drugged, and under appreciated pet. Lucky for her, the role only required that she say very little and giggle a lot.

Walking around to the back of a building, she saw an extremely long line leading up to a large, black, metal door. Ash skipped everybody in line, heading straight for the front, and Mary-Lynnette could hear the gasps and whispers behind her.

" ... Redfern playboy ..."
" ... SO hot ..."
"... was with Kristin and Maria last week..."
"... he always gets the good ones ..."

The last comment Mary-Lynnette caught before reaching the door startled her, as she had the distinct feeling that the male speaker had been calling her one of the 'good ones.' Once they reached the door, Ash moved to shake the bouncer's hand, keeping a tight hold on her waist.

"Hey Gabe, what's goin' on?"

Gabe, an enormous Hispanic-looking man with almost unfathomably dark eyes returned Ash's handshake with enthusiasm. "Ash, man, where ya been? The ladies are lookin' for you – I've had to break up three fights tonight because your look-alikes are in town. You really need to put a stop to that – it's bad for business."

Ash shrugged, tossing a grin and making a show of drawing Mary-Lynnette closer. "What can I say? I've been on a winning streak. Check out what I brought tonight – she's from the East coast. My old man got her for me so I could show her Vegas." Following through with his earlier inspiration, Ash looked around and leaned forward conspiratorially, "She's well trained if you know what I mean, and I'd hate to lose her to some young buck. Keep an eye on her, will you? She can leave with Shelly, but kick anybody else's ass that goes near her, alright?" Ash accompanied his request with a few hundred-dollar bills.

Acting as if he got that kind of money on an hourly basis, Gabe pocketed the bills and took another look at Mary-Lynnette. "Sure thing, man, just put her by the chairs when you make your rounds and I'll keep an eye on her." Looking back to the line he shouted, "Ay! Keep it down back there! You'll get your turn!" He turned back to Ash and opened the door, waving the pair through. "Enjoy, man. Get in a little extra for me, eh?"

Ash waved back at him. "I'll see what I can do."

Through the first hurdle of actually getting into the club, it took a few seconds for Mary-Lynnette's eyes to adjust to the dim interior of the building. She immediately saw the infamous corner filled with overstuffed couches and chairs, and was happy to note that it was by a couple of exit doors. Tucked next to the corner was a bar filled with beverages both familiar and unfamiliar to her. Although the room was filled with a smoky, misty haze, she could see a dance floor, numerous tables and chairs, and what she thought was a microphone setup near a stage.

"Hey, sweetheart, why don't you go sit by the chairs for awhile? I've got some business to take care of," Ash whispered to her, squeezing her slightly and giving her a little kiss before gently pushing her in the direction of the chairs. As soon as she was separated from his arm, a swarm of females started to surround him.

"Whoa, ladies. Please, I just got here."

Gritting her teeth in preparation for what she knew was going to be an annoying hour, Mary-Lynnette spotted Rashel sitting on one of the couches and made her way over to her.

"I almost didn't recognize you," Mary-Lynnette whispered to the human girl, who was somewhat unusually attired in a slinky, black dress.

Rashel shrugged, flipping her long, black hair behind her back. "Darkness is darkness, no matter what clothing we wear."

"Oh, that's so deep!" gushed a high-pitched female voice from Rashel's left. "I just LOVE trying to find new ways into the darkness. In fact – oh! Ash is here!" Staring at the tiny blonde in morbid fascination, Mary-Lynnette watched as the squealer in question ran to the crowd around Ash and tried her best to wiggle her way under the mob.

"Is it always like this?" she asked, trying to see above the crowd to keep an eye on her soulmate.

Rashel snorted, shifting her weight slightly. "Usually. He's a favorite."

"Great ..." Mary-Lynnette commented, sitting back to watch the show.

"I can't possibly be your favorite, Surrayah," Ash teased, tickling the Indian-looking werewolf behind the ears. "You've only let me nibble on you once or twice."

The girl pouted, her luminous black eyes looking even larger. "That's because you always stand me up! Come on, Ash, when are you going to take me for that drive you keep promising?"

When Hell freezes over, he thought, letting his eyes scan the crowd once again for any sign of Reina. He'd been at the club for a good half hour, and he figured she would be showing up sometime soon.

In the meantime, though: "When I get the convertible back, sweetheart. You don't want to go riding around L.A. in just a limo, right? You should have the wind in your hair." He emphasized his comment by running his fingers through a little of it. "It's so hot – and I just gotta see it flying all freely."

Giggling, the werewolf was about to come up with a reply when Ash was addressed by a sultry voice behind him. "Excuse me, Señor Redfern." Ash lazily turned around and saw that he was only inches away from the Señorita herself. Dressed in a nearly see-through white dress accentuated by bursts of red and black, Reina Muñoz Gómez was everything Ash figured she would be, and she looked primed for a night on the town.

It's about time. Giving his previous female a slight pat on the cheek, Ash deliberately shifted his position so that it would be more inviting to the vampire witch, and gave her a lazy grin. "What can I do for you?"

"You seem to be the most generous man here this evening," she purred, giving him a very obvious once-over. "It would only be appropriate, then, for you to buy me a drink."

Shifting his body even closer to hers, he whispered into her ears, "Sweetheart, I don't buy anybody any kind of drink until I know who they are. I need a name before you see a drop."

Her eyes flashed with fire, and Ash was glad that he'd decided to provoke her – if he gave her a challenge, then she was likely to stick around longer. It also helped that she'd decided to approach him first – it meant he'd already caught her interest and wouldn't have to work all that hard at keeping the upper hand.

After a few tense moments, she let out a big, boisterous laugh. "Very well! You win this round! My name is Reina – my family is the Gómez family from Spain. You will have heard of them, of course. You know," she murmured, leaning towards him, "In English, my name means 'Queen.'"

"Does it now?" he asked, arching an eyebrow. "Well, then. Hey, Mike," he called to the bartender. "We have royalty here – let's get the lady something to drink."

Mary-Lynnette had to hand it to Rashel, the former vampire hunter knew a lot about these kinds of clubs and her tips and tricks were doing a lot to help Mary-Lynnette keep her sanity in the face of how popular her soulmate was with his client.

After the spirited Reina had decided to make an appearance, barking an order to her massive entourage to spread out through the club, her eyes had lit on Ash and she'd immediately gone over to him. Ash's crowd had sensed the intense competition and, with the exception of a few girls who were content to sit and stare at him from their seats, had left Reina a clear path to the handsome vampire.

On one hand, Mary-Lynnette mused, It's good that I can actually see him now. I was right – my imagination WAS making this worse than it actually is. On the other hand, she noted, observing how Reina's outer thigh brushed against Ash's, I think this is still all stuff I'd just as soon not have happen at all.

Rashel nudged Mary-Lynnette. "Don't stare too much," she cautioned. "It'll just make it worse. Besides, the readings are going to start." Glancing at Rashel and feeling reassured by her calm, green eyes, Mary-Lynnette nodded and turned her attention to what were indeed a microphone and a stage. Rashel had explained that the Black Iris had poetry slams every Wednesday night, and Mary-Lynnette was interested to see what kind of creative talent this kind of place attracted. A teenage boy around fourteen years old that reminded her of young Billy Idol was currently settling himself on to the stool, and after adjusting the height of the microphone stand he began to recite:

"Should the earth engulf this soul of mine,
Or fire burn it new,
I would that water could wash it pure,
Or air would shift all through.
But life offers nothing up to me,
And death is not my friend,
So it is the Darkness I call freely,
To find my peace and end."

You've got to be kidding me, she dazedly thought, joining in the applause with the rest of the audience for lack of another response. Something must have stood out about her reaction, though, because as the boy was leaving the stage, he caught her eye and started to head in her direction.

Up to that point, Mary-Lynnette had already spent a great portion of the previous forty-five minutes discouraging any would-be suitors. Gabe had been of great use, and she had heard his rough voice on more than one occasion as he'd commanded yet another young daredevil to get away from her as she was one of Ash's "favorites." Rashel had also been a lifesaver, having to do very little more than look at any potential Don Juans before they ventured elsewhere. This boy seemed different, though, and Mary-Lynnette waved Gabe off when he started to snap at him. Rashel gave Mary-Lynnette a look of alarm, clearly about to take control of the situation herself, but the brown-haired girl shook her head.

I hope you know what you're doing, Rashel mused, feeling uncomfortable about letting the young man get so close. She glanced in Ash's direction and saw the briefest flicker of his eyes towards Mary-Lynnette. Making a split-second decision, she leaned back and seemed to shift into a position of relaxation. In reality, however, she was settling into a stance that would give her as much movement as possible if she needed to protect her charge.

Giving the young teen a small smile, Mary-Lynnette said, "Hi. That was an ... interesting poem."

The youth sat down in a chair next to her, his ice-blonde hair changing colors as the stage lights hit his head at different angles. He looked at her and shrugged, "It's okay," he said. "You can say it – I know my poetry sucks."

Mary-Lynnette blinked. Well, if he's going to be THAT honest about it...

"Why do you write it then?" she asked.

He shrugged again. "I'm bored, mostly," he said. Glancing around the room he rolled his eyes, "You see a lot of really weird people coming into these clubs. Lots of them are Nightworld, but a lot of them are dumb girls who are obsessed with trying to hook up with that guy." He tossed his thumb behind him and pointed at Ash.

I'll try not to be too offended about that comment, she decided, changing the subject slightly, "Why come here at all if you can't meet anybody you like?"

Again the teen shrugged. Mary-Lynnette was beginning to wonder if it was his only form of body language. "Not a whole lot else for me to do at night."

"What about hanging out at home with your parents?"

The youth gave her a bizarre look. "You're kidding, right? I haven't seen those losers in years. They took off when I was, like, four. Most of the kids in here don't have parents – they were either killed off by the Nightworld or they disappeared."

Mary-Lynnette was startled into taking another look around the club, this time seeing every teen as a potential orphan. The mindset did a lot to change her opinion of the place, and she found herself observing more confused and restless spirits and fewer hopeless cases of delinquency.

Is that what causes this, she wondered. Lack of love and understanding? A sense of not belonging? Could responsible parenting have stopped all of the pain I feel here?

"Do you reach out to the Darkness because you don't want to keep hoping for better things?" This came from Rashel, and Mary-Lynnette was surprised to see the girl's green eyes serious and troubled.

Running his hand through his blonde hair, the boy replied, "I guess so. Darkness isn't real or anything, so I guess that's why I like it. If something isn't real, then it can't exist in the first place. And it can't stop existing." Looking as though he was growing tired of the conversation topic, he suddenly turned to Mary-Lynnette and asked, "So ... do you like bread?"

Mary-Lynnette blinked. "Excuse me?"

The boy shrugged. "You're obviously human, because you came in with Ash. Although, I will say that you're a lot smarter than most of the girls he brings. Either way, I hear humans like bread."

Deciding to ignore his question about her culinary preferences, Mary-Lynnette posed one of her own, "What do you mean by 'obviously human'?"

The kid snorted. "Ash always comes in with humans, and leaves with Nightworld girls. It's sort of a tradeoff – you know if you get a girl Ash had, then she's well trained and a lot of fun."

"How often does he do that?" she couldn't help asking.

"A few times a week I guess. It's pretty common – he's been doing it for years."

A few times a week for at least a couple of years? That's ...

Hundreds of girls, Mary-Lynnette realized.

Looking down at her watch, she saw that she'd been in the club for over an hour. Transferring her gaze to Ash, she saw that his client had decided to use him as her seat, and that she was currently making all the overtures he would need for a more private party.

That's it. I'm out of here, she decided. Standing up, she looked at Rashel, who had a pretty good idea of where Mary-Lynnette wanted to go. Nodding to the kid, Mary-Lynnette made her way out of the club, tossing a final glance in Ash's direction before she exited.

Ash sighed as he shut the door to Thierry's mansion. Glancing at his watch, he winced at the late hour.

"Four o'clock," he grumbled to himself, slowly taking the staircase to the second floor. Reina had been more difficult to handle than he'd thought she'd be, and it had taken until two to get her out of the Iris and to her hotel. Once there, the process had been remarkably simple, as her defenses were fairly worn down from a night of gallivanting in Las Vegas. He got the information that he wanted, but it wasn't something he was keen on reporting to Thierry until later on that day.

In the meantime, all he wanted to do was find Mary-Lynnette and sleep. He'd seen the look on her face as she'd left the club earlier that evening with Rashel, and he'd filed away the worry and fear while he was still working with his target. Now that the entire operation was over, though, the reactions were coming back and they were leaving him more than a little disconcerted.

Finally reaching his room, Ash unlocked the door to his suite and silently stepped inside, locking it behind him. His ears immediately registered Mary-Lynnette's breathing, and he saw that she was sleeping on his couch. Creeping over to it, he'd barely reached her before dropping to his knees. He rested his head on the couch cushion and drank in the sight of her, feeling the negative effects of the evening drain away the longer he watched her. Eventually, he reached out and gently traced her delicate features with his hand, tucking her hair back away from her face.

I know how Thierry feels, Ash thought to himself. Everything I try to do so that things get better only seem to hurt you. Noticing that she looked a little cramped on the couch, he carefully scooped her up in his arms and carried her to his bed. He moved her so gently that she barely responded to the movements, only murmuring slightly as he covered her with new sheets. Staying by her a moment longer, Ash gave into impulse and gently kissed her forehead before walking back to the living room. Tugging off his shirt and pants, he tumbled on to the couch, feeling peaceful once his senses registered that Mary-Lynnette was only a room away.

t wasn't more than an hour after he'd crashed on the couch that Ash awoke feeling as though something was very wrong. Listening intently for a few moments, he heard frenzied movement from his bedroom, and his heart flew to his throat in fear. Leaping over the couch, he ran for the bedroom, bursting through the door in only a handful of seconds.

To his infinite relief, the bedroom was empty with the exception of Mary-Lynnette, although it was evident that she was having some sort of nightmare. Rubbing his face as his pulse began to beat at a normal rate again, he turned on one of the lights and went to sit on the bed, reaching out for his soulmate to try to awaken her.

"Mary-Lynnette," he softly called, doing his best not to startle her into consciousness. His voice only prompted more struggle, though, and even when he gently shook her, she seemed firmly settled into whatever dream she was having.

As the seconds ticked by, Ash became uncertain of what to do. If he tried any more of a physical jolt, he was afraid that he would hurt her. He also didn't know how much louder he could shout without frightening her. Eventually, her head turned away from him, leaving her neck exposed.

The Soulmate connection, he realized, feeling slightly perturbed that he hadn't thought about it before. Still, he was still hesitant to open a blood channel between the two of them so that their souls were intimately connected – he hadn't done it in over a year and he didn't want to go through her innermost thoughts without her permission.

It's also not exactly how I'd imagined it happening, he grumbled to himself, remembering the elaborate romantic evening he'd wanted for the two of them.

His decision to act was made once he saw Mary-Lynnette's physical struggles cease in favor of shuddering tears. Hoping that she wouldn't be upset with him, he leaned over and bit her as gently as he could, feeling the silver chord almost shimmer with triumph as a direct connection was finally established.

Even as he presently found himself in Mary-Lynnette's mind, Ash recalled the way it had been a year before – like a galaxy full of stars where each star was a new memory, thought, or emotion that she'd had. It was bright and warm and unbearably beautiful. There was infinite potential and an almost desperate yearning to share it all with somebody.

With him.

Not sure where to begin looking for her, Ash began to call her with his mind, trying to toss out positive, loving thoughts like fish lines. After awhile, things began to change and Ash no longer found himself in brightly lit universe, but rather, to his confusion, a movie theater.

Walking down the long aisle, he eventually spotted Mary-Lynnette sitting in the front row. He jogged to her as quickly as he could, and once he reached her seat, he saw that she was looking intently at the movie screen.

And on the screen was her nightmare.

Ash was confused when he first saw it, as it didn't look anything like the nightmares he'd ever had. Mary-Lynette was running around her house, frantically looking for something. He saw her tear apart the living room and kitchen, calling a name over and over, although he couldn't hear what it was. Eventually, she left the house and ran toward her hill, tears streaming down her face. When she got there, Ash saw a lion stretched out on his side, looking rather contented in the early afternoon sun. As soon as the large cat caught sight of her, however, it changed shape and became a regular-sized housecat that ran up to her, twirling between her legs.

What the—? he wondered, taking a seat next to her in the theater. She didn't acknowledge his presence, but kept her eyes transfixed straight ahead.

The image of Mary-Lynnette knelt down and picked up the cat, burrowing her nose in its fur and cuddling with it lovingly. It blinked sleepy eyes up at her and Ash was disconcerted when he saw that the cat's eyes looked like his own as they shifted in and out of different colors.

Well, I don't need Freud to help me figure out that one.

Just then, as soon as Mary-Lynnette looked like she was about to take a seat with the cat, it leapt away, turning back into a lion as it flew in midair. Once it landed, it glanced back at the human girl and then started to run down the hill. Visibly upset, Mary-Lynnette ran after it, but no matter how hard she tried, the lanky feline stayed yards ahead of her. Eventually, she found herself back in her house where she began to tear through the now-spotless furniture.

So she's in a dream loop, Ash mused. Sighing heavily, he turned to Mary-Lynnette and kneeled down in front of her, taking her hand. He kissed it gently, and the action finally caught her attention, making her look down at him as she noticed his presence for the first time.

Are you real? she asked, the uncertainty evident in her voice.

Ash smiled. Yeah, I'm real. You're having a nightmare, he said.

Mary-Lynnette's blinked and stretched before glancing up at the screen and paling at the sight. You saw that?

He nodded, I did. Is that what you really think? That I'm going to leave you?

Mary-Lynnette was silent for a few moments, but Ash could sense her trying to sort through her emotions. Eventually, she offered I didn't mean to upset you.

Ash sat down on the ground and pulled Mary-Lynnette into his lap, his soul gently holding her own. Deciding to take some extra liberties despite the fact that he was more inside of her mind than his own, he banished the movie theater and replaced it with her hill back in Oregon. Once settled comfortably under the stars, he said to her, You didn't upset me, Mary-Lynnette. I didn't know that you were so scared. I thought you were just unsure of stuff between us.

Her soul quivered slightly before she responded with, I guess I am scared.

Of what?

The thought was immediate and came from deep inside of her – perhaps it was her most closely guarded secret: Losing you.

Nothing will ever be right again if you go away, she explained, an enormous wave of love and desire following her thought and wrapping around Ash.

Certainly not doubting her but still a little confused about her recent behavior, he probed, If you want to be so close to me, why have you tried to keep up so many walls?

I wasn't sure how to get us back together again, she confessed. Back together like this, I mean. It all just seemed so awkward and strange, and I didn't know how to tell you what I wanted.

So ... you don't actually want to sleep in separate beds?

He felt her amusement and it did wonders to lighten his heart. Not really, she answered. I was so excited about the idea of being with you, but then, with my parents and everything, I just sort of freaked out. It all seemed like it was wrong because it was happening so quickly.

That's a human notion, he declared. Soulmate love isn't like regular love, for all that it has different levels.

Seeing that their souls were so deeply entwined, Ash sensed that the problem wasn't quite resolved. He gently nudged it, waiting for her to let him know what else was bothering her. Eventually, he received a sense of what her emotions had been like at the club: full of fear and worry. A sense of loneliness.

After she'd let him see her feelings, she explained, I just felt so differentfrom you tonight. There are times, like now, that I feel like you and I are two parts of the same person. But tonight, I didn't even recognize you. It really upset me.

We are parts of the same whole though, he told her, the strength of his conviction coming through his statement.

Mary-Lynnette thought for a minute before conjuring the lion before them. She reached out to it and it sniffed warily at her fingers. This is how I see you sometimes, she said. Separate from me, apart from me. You're so strong, and so beautiful, that I feel like we don't even exist in the same ways. There are parts of you I don't understand, and things I want desperately to know but I'm not even sure if we're speaking the same language.

Ash was speechless, and had no choice but to let her continue.

Sometimes, she said, moving to pick up the cat and holding it against her after it transformed, I feel like we're on a similar level – that we have a relationship that I understand and that I can handle. But then something happens, here the cat jumped out of her hands and turned back into a lion, and things go back to the way they were before. I feel distanced from you again. I felt like that tonight at the club – like you were far away from me in a place I could never really be a part of.

He processed her analysis for a minute before imagining the cat in his arms and placing it into Mary-Lynnette's. Have you ever thought about it from the cat's point of view?

He felt her confusion. What?

Think about it, he said. The cat starts out as a lion, all alone and without anybody around that loves him. All of a sudden, this gorgeous, intelligent, and strong human comes and makes him realize the parts of him that he forgot. And she holds him, and loves him, and makes him feel as though everything should be okay.

Okay ...

But she likes the housecat, Ash pointed out. She didn't hug or cuddle the lion – maybe the cat's just scared that she won't love all of him.

But I ran after the lion, she said. I tried to catch him, but he ran away from me.

Maybe he didn't understand you were running after him, Ash suggested. If he's not used to being around you ... he may not understand everything you do.

Mary-Lynnette turned to him. You really think I'm gorgeous, intelligent, and strong?

Ash smiled. Yeah, he answered. And a lot more. You can see, if you want.

She turned and saw the entrance into Ash's mind sitting at the base of the hill – a multicolored tangle of tree-like images. She stared at it for long moments before smiling. It's filled with more light than the last time I saw it, she observed. She shifted back to him, leaning her head on his shoulder. I love you, she told him, letting him take all of her weight – not because she needed him to, but because she wanted him to.

Relieved that they had managed to get through another crisis, Ash pulled her as close to him as he could, assuring her: I love you, too. You're my Lady, Mary-Lynnette. I'll do whatever I can so that you can accept all of me – the cat, and the lion.

And there you have it, the end of our first major plot arc. It seems like our couple is really starting to grow up – although I have to wonder how far they'll ever get from the impulse to kick each other. .

And now, should you feel the inclination to tell me what you liked or didn't like, I wouldn't turn away any reviews!

See you next time!