And it wasn't as if he had carried some sort of tendre for her, hidden down in his soul. He hadn't liked her but, truth be told, he hadn't really spared her many thoughts at all.  She just hadn't been that important in his world.  His most vivid memories of her were of her slapping him so hard he’d been afraid she’d broken his nose, and seeing her tortured on the floor of his home.  Neither of them seemed like the kind of intimate moment destined to spark a magical bond.