He knew precisely what she would be doing. It was her way of dealing with, well, nearly everything she didn't understand. And he'd taken enough time to figure it out for himself.

He'd been trying to make it simple for her. To stay away, to let her have what he presumed she wanted - which was, in short, not him. Then the castle had thrown them together, as husband and wife. And it had been fantastic.

He was only thankful that they hadn't gone too far with it. But kisses, curling together as night came - that had been enough. So he tracked her down, sticking his head in the door.

"Hey," he said, for lack of a better thing to say. "Whatcha doin'?"