He almost laughed, then. No, he wasn’t hurt—this wasn’t something she could heal with his potions kit and a few healing spells. Unbidden, the image of her between his knees, staring at his bare chest with dilated pupils, swam foggily into his mind. She had wanted him. She  still  wanted him. Why not take her, then? Why not take her here, on this damnable couch, next to this fireplace? She was his wife. 