As you wish. He sat a fraction straighter, unfurling his wings. But only if you come sit here with me. ‘No wing stroking,’ I said, sending him a warning glare. ‘Accidental or otherwise. And no smouldering faces either.’ Promise. Amusement twisted his lips. Unless asked, I’ll try not to appear in any way alluring or tantalising. Although it will be a considerable effort, of course.
