Cassandra gasped at the abrupt movement. She could feel her instincts fighting against each other; one part of her was ready to fight and to flee and to...yes...claw. The other part was anticipating something else that was far more human.

That part won.

Lightly, she trailed her fingertips down his back. "I know little about architecture. Only enough to know that Mycenaean temples are ugly. As for song...I fear the only songs I know are about the gods. The same for poetry, I suppose."