“It has always been forever, for me, Sassenach”

“You dinna need to understand me, Sassenach," he said quietly. "So long as you love me.”

“Do ye want me?" he whispered. "Sassenach, will ye take me - and risk the man that I am, for the sake of the man ye knew?”

“Sassenach." He had called me that from the first; the Gaelic word for outlander, a stranger. An Englishman. First in jest, then in affection.”

“And, Sassenach," he whispered, "your face is my heart.”

“Your face is my heart Sassenach, and the love of you is my soul”

“Could I but lay my head in your lap, lass. Feel your hand on me, and sleep wi' the scent of you in my bed. Christ, Sassenach. I need ye.”