He had to laugh at that. What she was suggesting almost sounded like a date. If Michael were here, they would be sharing a joke over this woman's strange ideas. It did sound appealing, though...

"I'm yours to command for the next two weeks. Winter might mean another bet." He turned his head enough to look at her, but not enough to remove her arm.

"Candles. Wine for you if I pick the music." He watched her go, bemused.