            "Because I am a selfish man," he said calmly, and she finally straightened her spine to look at him. "And I know that such a bonding is irreversible. Separation does not entail a divorce—I cannot be re-bonded, nor Narcissa if she found herself some foul American. Even death does not sever it. If we were to wed," he continued, drawing his touch away, "and I were to die, a piece of your magic would die with me. But to me, it would be worth it. Just to have my magic back...to have you for a moment...it would be worth it."