"Because, as I have said, you are the first man I have seen since my father died. Also, there is something about you...."
She pushed herself upward to hover lazily, her lips just brushing his.
"Do you think it would be so bad a thing to live with me, wild man?"
She was lovely and maddening, a silver witch shining among the dim fires of the sea, full of wickedness and laughter. Stark reached out and drew her to him.
"Not bad," he murmured. "Dangerous."
He kissed her, and she whispered, "I think you're not afraid of danger."
"On the contrary, I'm a cautious man." He held her off, where he could look straight into her eyes. "I owe Egil something on my own, but I will not murder. The fight must be fair, and Cond will have to take care of himself."
"Fair! Was Egil fair with you—or me?"
He shrugged. "My way, or not at all."