“With what ease you insult me,” he said, his eyes mocking. “Were you anyone else, I’d have you executed.” “Goodness, more poetry. Are these tender declarations meant to endear you to me?” He fought a smile at that, running a hand through his hair as he looked up at the stars. “Tell me – is it too much to hope for our future that you will not make it a habit of slapping me in the face?” “Yes.” “I see. Then married life will be exactly as I imagined.”
