By Tink's diaphram...!

Behind the fury, he was tired. He was tired of being hauled around and shoved into a little room. He was tired of trying for me and failing. And to have Minias know it, to be carted off under his leash…It was almost insulting. Maybe, if I gave Al a night of peace to lick his wounds and his pride, he would grant that same courtesy to me?

Al was looking at me in disbelief. “Not your lover?” “No.” “But he is Rachel candy,” Al said, his confusion too honest to be faked.

I got it this time, Daddy Warbucks," I said.

They weren’t idiots, but I attracted trouble that just begged me to beat it into submission.

He just wanted to hold her to him and tell her it would be okay, that she had survived and was beautiful.

But he's Rachel Candy!" -Both Jenks and Al