"Even at my worst, I never asked my servitors to serve half-naked," she observed, while giving him a long and very appreciative, eyes like glowing coals appreciative, once over. "But none of them looked like you."

None of them were as kind, as devoted, as powerful as he was either. None of them had loved her, either.

"As long as it's because you want to and not because you feel you have to, I won't complain."