Wasn't there, somewhere, a dream they could share?
Her eyes opened, and she said, "Good morning. Just getting in?"
He shook his head. "I slept in the study. I rumpled the bed clothes in my room, but I really slept in the study."
"And why did you rumple the bed clothes?" She was awake and aware; it was one of her many attributes that she was bright from the opening of her eyes in the morning.
He said carefully, "I rumpled the bed clothes because I didn't think you'd believe I slept in the study. I thought you'd think I was out chasing blondes, or something."
She smiled, studying him, saying nothing.
"How were the Blairs? And how was Henri?"
"The Blairs are more fun when you're along. Henri tried to kiss me." Her eyes awaited a reaction to that last.
"I'd try to kiss you, too, if I were Henri. Didn't you want him to?"
She frowned. "I—didn't. I don't—think I did. We have so many common interests and he is handsome. I must be sub-human."