"Handsome Cassandra," he began in a dramatic voice, "My blushing rose. She of wild eyes and sharp teeth. Will she not bite me once more?"

He kissed along her neck, ending up at her jaw. "Truthfully, I can think of a great many things I would like to teach you, if you'd permit me to do so. I don't believe even one of them has anything to do with poetry or architecture, I'm pleased to say."