He tsk-tsk-tsk'd, but the preparation methods were intriguing. So many ways, so many results... he knew that if he said the word, it would be done, and no more pretty little crane.

"My jealous love... I would have adored seeing a duel. But it'd be fixed." The palm instead ran down his chest.

"Yours is a song and dance I enjoy the most. All without a wing or a single feather to flash." Hmm. Here was good. He marked it with a kiss, free hand reaching for and catching his beloved's chin to hold it still.