"Oh, ye won't?" Jamie arched a brow; his voice laced with amusement. "Weel, lass, I highly doubt ye hae much say in the matter. Ye are my wife, whether ye like it or not. If I desired tae break yer arm, or feed ye naethin" but bread and water, or lock ye in a closet for days—and dinna think ye dinna tempt me—I could do sae, let alone warm yer backside for ye."