He caught her hand, then encircled her waist, drawing her close. After a moment, she dropped her big, fluffy muff on his shoulder and hid her flushed face in the fur.
"Don't trust me, will you?" he said, bluntly.
"No."
"Because I—I'm an unaccountable beast."
"We—both have to account—sometime—to somebody. Don't we?" she said in a muffled voice.
"That would never check me."
"It would—me."
"Spiritual responsibility?"
"Yes."