His washing-up can wait. The locks of gold are the gentlest, sweetest chains he can imagine, but he's held as securely beneath them as he might be under iron. "Lady, thee have me."

Which isn't what she meant, precisely, but his heart demands to be laid open. He shifts back, coaxing her along with him, meaning to sit back on the bed and to draw her onto his lap. "Keep me, then, Su."