Arguably, there were worse ways of working out frustration than with a pretty fairy who bit back. She was marginally less sure of herself against him than she had been in conversation; five years was a long time when you were twenty-one, and longer still when you hadn't really known what you were doing last time, either. Still, she wasn't awkward or hesitant - she had the air of someone deciding what she wanted moment by moment, exploratory and not shy.

The only wrong note was her nails sinking into his arm when her feet left the ground.