She shook her head, then hesitated, her chin tilted up in thought. ‘I had not considered matters that way. Perhaps so. Your celibacy may well have consigned thousands to death or the threat of death. Really, Cabal, it’s only a dick. Why did you have to be so damned possessive?’ Cabal’s mouth opened, closed, opened again. He blinked foolishly, his eyes denoting confusion and discomfort. ‘I admit, madam, I was not expecting this interview to unfold in quite such a manner.’

