“I hear you tore my door off the wall,” she said; her voice, low and liquid and magnificent. “I’ve brought London to its knees searching for you,” he replied. “You think a door would keep me away?” Her brows rose. “And yet here you are, on your knees, so it seems something has kept you from me after all.” He lifted his chin. “I’m looking at you, love, so I don’t feel kept from you at all.”
