"I'll get my name legally changed! Bye!"
They stood laughing in the moonlight, as Claymore sped down the hill, back toward the village. "That was very kind of you Captain," Carolyn said walking over to the wall, making sure the hapless Gregg hadn't tumbled down the steep road. "You know how much he admires you, and to hear you have faith in him means a lot." "Is that the only thing that occurred this day that meant a lot to you?" he said, head tilted, watching her intently.
Keeping her back to him, she took a deep breath, a said in a light tone, "You mean learning that under the right conditions, you can still waltz beautifully?" He stepped closer, and she felt her heartbeat speed faster, and took a moment to compose herself, before turning toward him. "Nothing more?" he said, picking up the end of the scarf and draping it over her bare shoulder. Grinning down to herself, with a small breath, she finally turned and looked into his blue eyes. "Why Captain, what ever could you mean?" she said, finally letting her eyes sparkle his way. "Surely you don't think I would assume you forced your spirit into Claymore's body to just win back a tea set, do you?"
Flinging the scarf over her shoulder with flair, she strolled slowly over to the monkey puzzle tree, with the Captain following close behind. "Then what should I assume you think?" he asked with a twinkle of his own. Turning abruptly, so quickly that if he had been human they would have collided, Carolyn raised her hand. "Captain, what I think, what I believe," she paused, collecting her words, "I believe that you put all this into play, just so you might have the opportunity to dance with me, to touch me, to hold me in your arms just once."
Never looking away, he let his gaze soften, "Just once? You think I would go through all this for just one time? Hardly Madam." "Then Captain," she said, offering her most dazzling smile, "Here's to the next time, and my hopes you find a more suitable host." "