“Now. Can I begin? Or are you going to have a panic attack?” “Begin…what?” “Convincing you.” “Of what?” He grinned. Or maybe he never stopped. She wasn’t quite sure. Leaning forward to rest his arms on his knees, he hovered close to her. She recoiled, suddenly worried he was going to kiss her. His words felt like they came from the pits of Hell, even if she knew he meant them to sound like a trumpet of the Heavens. “That I am the end to all your problems.”
