Claire clutched him tighter, her nails digging into his shoulders as he spoke, "When I thocht I was gaun tae be hanged, I thocht o" those wee tender sounds that ye make when I love ye, and I could feel ye there next tae me in the dark, breathin" saft and then faster, and the wee grunt that ye gie when I first tak" ye, as though ye were settlin" yersel" tae yer job."