Chapter : Furs and Smoothies...

Fairy lights washed the room in soft golden light, not unlike the candles that remained unlit in their candle sticks. Leaning heavily on her shoulder, Jareth growled harshly as the broken bones shifted with each agonised step. He was slowly but surely losing his tentative grip on the ghostly remains of his power, and the result was the unravelling of the weave that held his shattered bones together.

He knew that his fingers were digging into her newly healed shoulder with bruising strength, but there was little he could do to make his fingers relax as long as he was standing up. The pain was simply too strong. Tremors wrecked him, and sweat covered his skin in a fine sheen, as he took the last three stumbling steps, and let Sarah lower him to the warm, spelled furs.

Laying back on the soft surface he ground his teeth, and focused on bringing his strained panting breath back under control, by drawing in deep slow breaths. His right hand gripping onto Sarah's with a searing desperation, and the other clutching the long fur of the top blanket, as the weave suddenly shattered, leaving his broken bones free to shift. The pain washed through him, and made it impossible to remain still but each movement made new agony flare. And he could not hold back the tears that burned before spilling down his pallid face, mingling with the sweat already covering him. It was too much, too hard to continue with the deep controlled breaths. And his resolve broke with a loud gasp, his back arching as he cried out in agony, screaming her name.

Trembling, he gasped, and moaned as her cool fingers ghosted across his flaming skin, like fluttering moth wings. Her voice soft and calm, as she spoke above him, yet her caring words were lost on him.

It felt like wisps of cobwebs and cool wind, as her web spread over his legs, settling the bone once more and soothing away the agony, until only a bare whisper of it remained.

" Jareth, can you hear me?"

His voice was hoarse and gravely, as he managed to cough out: " Yes."

" Good then drink this"

A cool hand slipped beneath his neck, lifting him gentle, making the already unfocused room begin to spin as a warm mug with something savoury smelling was held against his lips. Clear warm chicken broth trickled past his lips and filled his mouth. Food! The thought was instant and all-consuming as his body took desperate control. His hand grasping hold of the smooth and faintly familiar mug, trying to drain its contents in great gulps, only to be denied after a few swallows.

" Easy, easy, Jareth, not too much at a time, you'll just make yourself sick, come on let go."

It took every ounce of willpower he possessed to release the mug, and let her set it down on the stone he used as a bedside table. But he managed.

Running her palm along his chiselled jawline, her eyes brimming with concern : " how are you feeling? Is the broth staying down? "

Licking his lips Jareth shuddered at the pure sensory joy brought on by the broths savoury flavour before groaning: " Better, and I am not quite sure yet... though it would... seem ... that...no."

Gasping he rolled to the edge of the furs, feeling somewhat grateful that Sarah had already found a basin, and was holding it under him, as his body rebelled against the suddenly full sensation in his stomach. Retching he moaned, yet managed to keep the broth down as he rolled back onto the bed feeling weak, nauseous and lightheaded. Blinking up at her he tried to clear his vision, as she lifted the mug once more, offering it to him.

" More?"

Shaking his head slowly, Jareth sighed wistfully: "No... I fear that... any more would be too much."

Smiling in gentle understanding Sarah sat the mug back down: "Okay that just leaves the matter of redressing those burns and then you can sleep... sound good?"

"Yes precious that sounds wonderful, I must admit to feeling rather run down..."

Yawning as if to emphasize his point, Jareth rubbed his eyes and sighed deeply as Sarah rose to retrieve the needed supplies.

. . .

It was peace unlike any he had felt in his life, the first two days was spent sleeping, warm and safe resting against her naked body. Finding her there as he woke and feeling her fingers carting through his unusually long hair as he drifted back into a dreamless slumber. The only break from his healing sleep, were when Sarah would wake him to change his bandages, and prompt him into drinking the tinctures that aided his healing and kept his pain manageable or some aboveground concoction called a smoothie. Which, Jareth had to grudgingly admit, was rather palatable and it did prove easier for his starved stomach to handle, thus eliminating the agonizing bouts of retching.

. . .

Dawn light filtered through deep blue drapes which Jareth most certainly had not put up, but he was grateful for the way they dimmed the harsh golden light as he slowly returned from deep sleep. Groaning he dug deeper into the sleep warm furs, shutting the light out, content to quietly watch his beautiful Queen as she slept.

And she was a vision, midnight hair tumbling in heavy cascades around her shoulders, framing her smooth milky skinned face, and obscuring her body as if to preserve her modesty, before blending into the heavy wolf skin, covering her from the waist down. Ebony eyelashes rested like raven wings against her slightly sleep flushed cheeks, her berry red lips parting as she moaned in her sleep, making her look like a feral goddess resting after the hunt.

Settling on his side he rested his head in his hand simply soaking in the sight of her, it had been so many years since he had last looked upon her as she slept. Then it had been nothing but a dream of promise, shared with a soul yet unborn in the realm of Gaia. Reaching out Jareth scarcely noted how much his hand trembled as he stroked a few strands away from her face, smiling as she nuzzled against the back of his hand with a soft sigh. Three thousand years he had waited for that silver and ebony spark to be given true form and substance. He had begged and pleaded with the earth mother praying for her to release the spirit that called to his heart with its crystal clear voice, even through the veil. But Gaia had not been swayed, leaving him to ache with longing, his only option being to slip into his corporeal form and dwell in the realm of the unborn with every chance he had. But now... Leaning forward Jareth breathed in her sweet fresh scent, smiling blissfully as he realized that she smelled just like sun ripe peaches...She was finally and truly his.

Settling down beside her, Jareth slipped his arm around her waist pulling her close, before burying his face in the hollow of her neck, he had an eternity to make up for all those cold lonely years, living for nothing but a dream, and by Gaia he would.

. . .

Sunlight spilled in through the huge windows, washing Sarah's skin in hues of gold as she moved across the floor with silent liquid grace, her lithe form as bare as the day she was born. Handing one of the full oxford university mugs to Jareth, she sat gracefully on the bed tucking her long slender legs under her as she nursed her own mug in both hands, her fingers purposefully framing the prominent Oxford seal, and her emerald eyes glowing as she held his gaze: "So Oxford? why does that not surprise me?"

Sipping the creamy golden concoction Jareth crocked an eyebrow at her:" Hmm No? And why is that precious? I would not think that my accent would be that tainted by my years as a scholar, it is after all nearly six hundred years since I graduated... the first time."

Grinning widely Sarah shook her head and saluted him with her mug: "Nope ..its the mugs, oh and the certificate of excellence you keep on you mantelpiece. Oh and the fact that you do have a tendency to sound like a pompous prick sometimes.."

" Arh, yes. I suppose that those infernal things would give me away as well" : Drinking deeply from his mug Jareth drawled: " But I am not the only one who sought out academic excellence now was I? "

" Nope, I'm pre-med, or rather, I was pre-med, I don't think that I'll be going back again though..."

" And why ever not? "

Peering into her mug Sarah muttered: "Because, I don'twant toleave nowthat I'm finallyherewithyou, whatifitwas alljust adreamand you werejustgonewhen Ileft"

Hiding his amused smirk behind another sip of his peach smoothie, Jareth took in her endearing blush and open embarrassment, leaving her to squirm for just a few delicious moments, before politely asking:" Sorry precious I didn't catch that, why were you not returning to your academic pursuits?"

His eyes sparkled with life and mirth as he grinned, and the sight of him grinning at her discomfort, made her lips twitch into a tentative smile of her own: " Because I really don't want to leave you behind, for the next ten maybe twelve years, and besides what would I use it for down here? I'm the only human here apart from the children. Who all change, and honestly what good would that do? Narh I was thinking that I might find some healers down here and train with them, that way I can stay here, and still help people."

Taking a last mouthful from his mug, Jareth set his still half full mug down, as he contemplated her words. She was right in many of her concerns, but she had overlooked one very important aspect: " While it is true that you will be a healer of humans, you seem to have forgotten, that it was your human skills that saved my life? Hoggle tells me that I would have been naught but a cold corpse had you not browbeaten Alderthorn into using your remedies, and your "uniquely human approach". I could therefore argue that you would enrich our realm with your knowledge should you decide to return to your studies."

Reaching out he gently grasped her hand pulling her to him: " But. No one ever said that you have to decide anything yet, you are young, you can easily spend a few years seeing what the underground has to offer, and what you find us lacking in, before you make any permanent choices. "

Drawing her down beside him, Jareth ran a faintly trembling hand over the still shiny scar on her shoulder, feeling a sudden sharp pain in his heart at the danger and hurt she had, had to endure for him.

" Does it still pain you? "

Covering his hand with her own Sarah captured his eyes as she pushed him back into the warm fur, leaning over him: "No but I'm still not about to disobey my healer and push myself too far. Now you're all cold and you really need to rest, so healers orders. You lay back and rest and then I will snuggle down here beside you and keep you warm. How does that sound? "

It sounded perfect, and pulling the furs aside he watched with a soft smile as she crawled up and laid down, allowing him to snuggle up against her, with one arm draped across her midsection. And resting his head on her unmarred shoulder once more Jareth let his admittedly heavy eyes fall shut, his final thought as darkness claimed him was a prayer to Gaia, pleading with her not to let this be a dream, but if it was to let it be the one from which he would not rise.

. . .

Darkness filled the room with a deep soothing silence. Staring up at the vaulted ceiling Jareth groaned, he was restless. After spending almost four days in bed, his entire body itched with the need to move. Casting a quick glance at the peacefully slumbering Sarah, Jareth smirked as he slipped quietly from their shared heat. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Jareth stretched out his cramped legs, reveling in the lack of discomfort and pain as he dug his pale toes into the slightly resistant rug. Yes Hoggle had been right, Sarah truly was a quick study, casting webs to speed the healing of shattered bones was nothing a novice should be able to do. But then, Sarah was no true novice.

Pushing up of from the nest, Jareth stood on legs that felt solid and strong beneath him. A grin spreading across his face, as he waved his hand and called a crystal, yes the Labyrinths magic was still weak, and difficult to access. But it was there, for the first time in seven long years he felt it coursing through his veins filling him with strength and purpose. Letting the crystal vanish Jareth relished in the feel of the magic as it solidified around his long legs, taking the shape of a pair of black, loose and thin silk pants tied low around his hip with a wide dark grey sash. Once clothed he sighed, he needed fresh air and he needed to see his Labyrinth.

Stalking silently through the room, Jareth used a small burst of power to throw the tall balcony doors open without a sound.

Air cool, fresh and boiling with power filled the room with a new sense of life. Stepping out onto the frigid stone, Jareth stopped, and breathed in a deep lung expanding breath, savouring the multitude of different smells and aromas, as the wind swirled around him. This was his world, his home, and in nearly four thousand years it had never smelled so sweet. Even the bog, he noted with a wry grin seemed to reek just a little less this night.

Resting his hands on the cold marble of the waist high balustrade, Jareth leaned forward taking in the sweeping vista of the Labyrinth. It lay like lines of silver and gold lit by the icy glow of the slowly vanning full moons, artfully dotted here and there by the occasional golden pool of light spilling from a torch or lantern. Running his hands along the stone, worn smooth through touch during the last four thousand years, he gripped it, letting his claws slide into ancient groves, as he stared up at the clear night sky. Stars glowed and sparkled above him their brilliance enhanced by the swirls of nebulas, and star mists.

Unlike the earthen sky, this was a tableau of constant change, as stars were formed and died in an eternal dance.

Letting the cool air play with the strands of hair that had escaped his messy braid, Jareth groaned. The sky was calling him, the air currents caressing his hair, teasing the tangled locks, beckoning him to change and speed across her celestial vaults, as a tan and ivory streak.

He knew that he shouldn't, that his power still needed time. But the pull was too powerful to ignore. Gathering the Labyrinth's power, Jareth drew in a deep calming breath as he perched at the brink of transforming.

"And what da yer think yer are doing? Ain't no way in Tir na nog yer be transforming this soon after that near collapse of yer's..."

Turning from the sky, Jareth let the power dissipate as he smirked down at his foster father, taking in the dwarfs mop of unruly hair, and habitually rumpled clothing, finding him exactly as he always had.

" I did labour under the assumption that I was still king and as such had no need to ask permission, before transforming, but it appears that I was mistaken hmm? "

The dwarf was fairly fuming as he grumbled: " Well dam straight yer were mistaken, and yer know damn well that I'm only doing what's best for yer! "

Smiling Jareth reached out to the dwarf beckoning him closer, as Jareth knelt : "So what took you so long, I would have expected you to make an appearance earlier.."

Hoggle's arms were gentle as he stepped up to Jareth and accepted the hug, they both needed: " Oh yer know bloody well what kept me busy, yer pointy faced rat. Yer have any notion how many important dignitaries have been insulted by yer returning and bringing a queen with yer no less, without throwing a proper feast, or even just holding court? It's a right miracle that we 'aven't seen a full on rebellion yet. "

Resting his chin on Hoggle's head, Jareth breathed in the dwarfs familiar and comforting mossy scent: " I know Hoggle and I am truly sorry. But I had little choice in the matter, and I have very little say. Sarah still has to decide whether to stay here and be my queen, or return to her aboveground life. Did you know that she wishes' to become a healer?"

Stepping back from the hug, Hoggle smiled proudly up at Jareth before moving to stand at the balustrade, seemingly indifferent to the fact that he was unable to look above it: " She'll make an excellent healer, she has tha gift alright... just look at yer.. all standing up and all.. but that aside have yer told her yet about... yer know the bond between yer and all tha stuff yer taught her. I mean it's only fair ain't it?"

Nodding as he took up his place beside the dwarf, and Jareth rested his forearms against the stone:" You are right as usual. Only how do I even begin to explain the lives we have already shared to her. How do I tell her of the years lived and not make her feel caught... dammit all to hell Hoggle, why must this all be so complicated."

A gnarled calloused hand patted Jareth's lower back, with gentle strength: " Listen young pup, the lil' miss is yours as much as you are hers, just tell her ta truth and trust her ta know her own heart. I mean, she has already left her life and world ta take care of yer. "

"Yes I suppose you are right, damn it all, I think too much.. "

Jareth's shoulders slumped as he hung his head, and stared intently at the marbled floor, as a vicious shudder passed through his lean frame: "Hoggle there is something I need to know, though I am terrified to ask... Hoggle what happened to the children that were wished away during my absence? How many did you turn away?"

"None, I could nay let those innocents in need suffer, now could I, they be my children too yer know. "

Staring in confusion, Jareth choked out: " But you can not oversee a run, and none can run unsupervised. "

A small smile played along Hoggle's lips: " Yer know young pup, yer can be a might thick there, don't yer remember back when Arthur was still dallying 'round with that wench Guinevere, and yer got stuck with ta pict rebellion... yer remember yer gave me ta power ta appoint a temporary guide."

"So who?"

The grin on Hoggle's face broadened and became fairly glowing: "Shiver, who else."

Shiver! of cause it had been Shiver, who else could be trusted.? And then it hit him, deep overwhelming relief, powerful enough to make his legs weak, and see him crumble to the ground weak and lightheaded with it: " Oh thank the earth mother, Hoggle you wonderful creature... I really should learn to trust you more... "

" yearh, yer should, but right now I think yer need ta get back in bed, don't yer? yer may be feeling physically better, but yer magic is still too low, ta be healthy. "

Darkness encroached on the edges of Jareth's vision as Hoggle helped him into a comfortable sitting position, with his back against the cool stone: " Will yer never change Youngling? This is the same as when yer were lain up after that nasty Fomorian incident. Yer couldn't wait back then either...and what did that gain yer? "

Resting his arms across his drawn up knees, Jareth leaned his head back against the balustrade, feeling slightly foolish as the memory of the weeks after his battle with the Fomorians for the isle off Ireland flooded back. He had pushed too hard refusing to rest as he healed from a relatively minor wound to his right arm, only to suddenly collapse during court, scaring the life out of his sorely tried subjects.

And what should have been a short period of healing ended up being several weeks of painful fevered nightmares as Alderthorn had battled the infection that almost cost Jareth his arm. Rubbing the now invisible scar, Jareth sighed: " I detest being weak... I feel so bloody useless."

Grinning at Jareth Hoggle laughed: " Well yer are useless, but being weak don't change that, now do it."

"Sod off Hoggle, or I will have your sorry arse bogged."

Tears rolled down Hoggle's eyes as he fell back on his ass on the cold tiles, roaring with laughter at the obviously insincere threat, the sight comical enough to make Jareth chuckle: " Goddess ! But you are an obstinate old bastard, you know I'll have to follow through on bogging you one of these days. Lest it makes me look weak. "

Pulling himself up to sit cross-legged in front of Jareth, Hoggle smiled as he wiped the tears from his rugged cheeks: " Oh Youngling yer know damn well that no one sees yer as weak, yer have kept the peace and been hard but fair these past three an a half thousand years, and then there's the children. Naah young pup yer are neither weak nor useless, yer just a king who cares ta a fault and forgets that even a fey body must have rest on occasion. Besides no one would ever call yer weak when yer're the ruler of the Labyrinthian goblins, and has the power ta banish people ta the reaches and the bogs. "

A heavy fur blanket materialises around Jareth's shoulders, the long pelt nearly swallowing his pale face, as he settled more comfortably: " I know Hoggle... I ... it is just..."

Sighing heavily Jareth stared up at the shifting colours of the underground sky, blue, purple and gold, swirled and condensed against velvet black as new stars ignited and ancient stars died. His eyes dark and haunted.

" Yer need ta talk about it Youngling, don't let it fester like yer did after the Romans... Please Jareth yer pain is ripping ma heart apart, the walls are growing brittle and cracked. Please don't let them crumble."

Hoggle's hand was warm even through the thick fur as it rested on Jareth's arm, and Jareth felt the love Hoggle held for him, even through that one small gesture. It was warm and comforting like the fur around him, but the pain was still too fresh, to raw. And so he kept silent. But Hoggle knew him too well, their bond too deep, too old and Hoggle knew just what Jareth needed.

Calling in furs of his own, Hoggle grinned as he said: "You have not heard this from ma but, Shiver dumped a runner head first into tha bog.. oh and he styled 'imself tha Goblin Lord...

"He what!": Laughter erupted, banishing the haunted pain from Jareth's eyes, as he grinned at the thought of a runner headfirst in the bog: "Oh sweet Gaia, the Goblin lord will never hear the end of this. Tell me Hoggle what else did I miss?"

"Well " : the dwarf chuckled: " Yer Should have seen the wager between Sir Garouf and Burp the scullion with , one ear, they decided to find out who could win the hand of that maid Beinhill, without speaking a word directly ta her...

They sat talking and laughing as the late autumn night passed, with icy winds howling through the Labyrinth. But neither dwarf nor fey felt it, they were both too wrapped up in the warmth of reconnecting. And this was where Sarah found Jareth as morning gave way to day.

. . .

Dawn sunlight flowed through the open balcony doors, bringing a faint trace of warmth with it, yet nowhere enough to banish the nights icy touch. Shuddering Sarah burrowed deep under the toasty furs, and reached for Jareth's sleeping form.

Cold fear washed through her as her questing hand found nothing but cold fur, where she should have meet with warm flesh. The brightness of the light brought tear to her eyes, as she searched the room frantically for any sign of Jareth. And seeing the open balcony door, had her on her feet, and moving towards them, before she even had time to register that she was moving. Cold autumn wind wrapped around her naked skin as she stepped out onto the balcony.

At first it appeared as if a massive patchwork creature had collapsed into a fury pile against the balustrade, and it was only when Sarah spotted his pale hand resting limp on the golden brown fur, that she realized where Jareth had spent the night.

Patting closer on bare feet, she moved around the sleeping king, taking in the raw feral beauty of his reclining form. Jareth half lay against the stone, the furs parted along his lean chest, allowing the misty dawn light to wash over his pale skin, lending him a soft golden hue that played along the cleanly defined lines of his muscles. Laying like he did one arm wrapped loosely over his taut stomach, the other relaxed by his side, his clawed fingers curled into a gentle reaching claw. His narrow mischievous lips slightly open as his head leaned against the stone, allowing his long disheveled hair to be gentle fanned by the wind, he looked wild and free. Even the blood that had soaked through the plasters covering the three still healing wounds left by the nails, only served in making him look every part the wild beautiful warrior king resting from battle.

Kneeling beside him, Sarah ghosted the very tip of her fingers over the shimmering coppery marks surrounding his closed eyes, wondering what on earth had made him put on makeup, not that she minded because it fit him but... Staring at her clean fingertips in disbelief she breathed: It's not makeup? what the hell?

His voice was gravely with sleep, but it still held the distinct edges of an amused smirk: "It is part of my goblin heritage. Morning precious, you look rested. I trust you slept well."

Blinking rapidly she stared at his amused smirk, she stuttered: "Arh well yes I slept fine, what do you mean it's part of your heritage, and why the hell are you sleeping out here in the freezing cold? "

Stretching like a content cat, Jareth yawned, as every lean inch of his sculpted body seemed to flex and relax in a subtle wave from head to toes: "Goblins have somewhat chameleon like abilities, and the markings around one's eyes are the ones that show your strength and mood. Mine have been woefully absent due to the weakness of my magic, but now" : Running his fingertips along the dark line tapering off from his left eye, as if for emphasis or reassurance: " Now that my strength is returning to me so is this. And I am sleeping out here because I fell asleep here, I would think that much was obvious. "

" It's beautiful, but why haven't I seen any goblins with this kind of marks?" : Taking his offered hand, Sarah let him pull her over to sit in his lap, straddling his legs, as he wrapped the sleep warm furs around them both.

" That would be because you were not paying attention, or perhaps because they had faded their own out of respect seeing as you do not yet show any markings of power."

Running his fingers up her bare back Jareth groaned as the sensation made her squirm against him, and brought a mischievous glint to his eye, it was too good an opportunity to miss. Thus sighing along the silky skin of her delicate neck, Jareth let his hand wander back from her shoulders and to her slender waist. Holding her in place as he leaned in and captured her already parted lips in a brief passionate kiss. Before leaning back against the balustrade once more, watching her run her pointed pink tongue across her now swollen lips.

Sarah's cheeks flushed a deep and very appealing scarlet as she ran her fingers down his chest, drawing a breathless moan from him: "Hmm have I told you that you hold my heart precious? "

Grinning Sarah said: "Yeah right I bet you say that to all the naked girls sitting in your lap, just to make them kiss you."

" No as a matter of fact, I do not, but perhaps I should if it will earn me another ki..."

Any words he was about to utter was cut off as Sarah grabbed hold of his neck with one hand, and pressed their lips together, while her other hand came to rested against the small of his back, her nails sending shocks of pleasure up his spine, as she raked them over his tender new skin.

Jareth's lips parted in a moan, and instantly her tongue slipped in, eagerly exploring and dancing with his. Time stopped as his hands took on a life of their own, and he drew his claws lightly down her back making her shudder and grind against his arching hardness again. In response she curled her fingers in his hair, giving her complete control of their mouths movement and using that leverage she deepened the kiss and forced tiny helpless sounds from him, as she ground ever harder against him. Grabbing the firm globe's of her ass, he pressed her against himself, and growled into her eager mouth. There was only an abysmally thin layer of silk between their bodies, and his already frayed self-control was slipping fast.

Pulling back, Jareth gazed into the depths of her hooded lust darkened eyes, with eyes he knew mirrored hers. She was perfect like this, and by the goddess he wanted her, only there was something he had to do before he could let himself enjoy her immaculate body. Something he owed them both.

" Sarah. . please precious, I. .. No we need to stop... this is not... right. Yes I desperately want to roll us over, and ravage your body for hours, until you sob my name with pleasure, but... we need to talk, before we do this... Sarah Please? "

Her reply was to tighten her grip in his hair, and draw him into another earth shattering kiss, as she gyrated in his lap, doing her utmost to break his tentative control, and push him over the edge of restraint.

Oh goddess he didn't want to stop and think, not when she was so warm and wet against him, that he could feel it even through the thin silk. And there was nothing he wanted more, than to plunge himself into that offered moistness, and make her scream his name until her voice gave out. Yet this was wrong, and he had to... He. Had. To...

The sound escaping him was caught somewhere between a scream of frustration and a growl as he finally summoned enough will power to push her off his legs, and pull her tight against his heaving side.

" Sarah please we... we need to. .. talk, you need to know...to understand this, this thing between us..."

Pressing hard against his side, Sarah pouted: " but what if I don't want to talk, what if I just want you..."

His hand shook as he caught her hand a mere fraction from his burning length: " Precious please, this is important!. My love, I am but a man, I can only be pushed so far, before my resolve shatters. And I could not bear it if you found out later and began to hate me for not telling you. "

Pulling back a little Sarah pulled the furs tight against her, mercifully hiding her naked body from his sight: " Fine, but then I want to do this now, and I want it all. Are you good with that?"

Letting out a shaking breath Jareth nodded: " Yes I am "good" with that. But I have one request."

Quirking an eyebrow at him, Sarah sighed in resignation: " And that is?"

" We go inside, and you, my beautiful naked siren throw on a dress or at least a dressing gown else I fear that I won't be able to hold any focus on this conversation."

AN: cruel aren't I….