She looked at him with adoration and nodded. The slits of his nostrils flared as he breathed in her scent and hissed. When he captured her lips with his she moaned. "My treasure is home." That was as close as  "I missed you.’  he would ever admit  .  His kiss was hungry and punishing, demanding access to her mouth. She parted her lips and welcomed his snake-like split tongue with a whimper. They had been apart for months, securing and strengthening their alliance both with Magic and Muggle leaderships around the world. Everyone wanted an audience with The Lady. The darker adjective had been reserved only within their inner circle for good advertisement purposes. 