She will, in fact, never live this down. Her memory has given Richard fodder to torture her with for centuries - or at least several years. For now, though he was going to enjoy her death throws on the couch. It was the least he could do after she fantasized about licking his neck as if he were a piece of meat at their first meeting.

He didn't need to say anything now, not when Alex was putting on such a delightful show of trying to sink into the couch. And yet.

"While you're in there see if you can find any loose change." The words are said casually, as he takes a drink of his scotch and turns the page of his book.