Cassandra opened her eyes. The question, to her, at least, seemed to come out of nowhere. There was clearly a second part to it, but the odds seemed high that she wouldn't like the second part. It probably wasn't fair to make that kind of assumption, but Cassandra's self-defense instincts were strong. Powerful. Unshakeable.

"That depends," she said diplomatically. "It depends on what you're about to ask of me."

She reached out, touching his cheek. "You were going to follow that up with something, weren't you?" she asked.