He gestured for her to sit on the large, comfortable sofa. Not wishing to be there long enough to sit, she knew that she would have to be polite and patient for him to help her. Sometimes he could be terribly unreasonable. She pushed aside the memories of the sorts of activities they'd gotten up to on that very sofa after too much fire whiskey. It was best that she keep her mind focused on anything other than how nicely their bodies fit together. She had a mission, a purpose.