And you don’t need my permission to go stay at your mum’s.” “Don’t I?” he countered, looking at her. “You’re my wife and my laird.” “So I am,” she whispered. “How did this come to be?” He smiled, as if he felt the same awe. “I haven’t the slightest inkling, Adaira.”
the level of wittiness their banter has is incomparable
