The room seemed to grow warmer with each and every word he spoke. Unbidden and unwanted, images of the pleasurable times in their past he was referring to pressed to the front of her mind. He wasn't wrong. There had been few reasons to complain. In fact, there had been nothing to complain about except that she didn't want to recall the past when it was taking all of her self-control not to run from the room as fast as she could. Rabastan seemed to understand that he'd unnerved her if the smirk on his lips was any indication.