Gentle he would be, denied he would not.

Am I a man? To want you so badly that nothing else matters? To see you, and know I would sacrifice honor or family or life itself to lie wi' you, even though ye'd left me?

This is our time. Until that time stops - for one of us, for both – it is our time. Now. Will you waste it, because you are afraid?

Not for the first time, I reflected that intimacy and romance are not synonymous.

I work late at night. I'm awake and nobody bothers me. It's quiet and things come and talk to me in the silence.

I thought I could make out Jamie's Highland screech, but that was likely imagination; they all sounded equally demented.

I'll scream!" "Likely. If not before, certainly during. I expect they'll hear ye at the next farm; you've got good lungs.