“Daemon had not stayed.My smile slipped from my face.He was standing by the window, his back to me. “I got bored.”“I wasn’t even gone five minutes.”“I have a short attention span.”

“Oh”, he said. He was trying to smile, but it was a brave smile, a sickroom smile, and I was sorry I had caused it. I had apparently taken the wind out of his sails. His discouragement wasn’t a good sign. Men should stand up to me more than that. They have to fight back to satisfy me. They have to face me down.”

“At first I was exhilarated by my freedom from the responsibility of the kingship. This lasted about seven minutes. I was also depressed by my freedom from marriage, for I had become accustomed to the attentions of a woman. This lasted about nine minutes. Then I was bored.”

“I’d always wanted to play an instrument myself, but my folks didn’t have the dough to buy me one, and I didn’t have the patience to learn anyway.My attention span was five seconds.”

“Is that from the fight or the window?”“The window,” he answered, frowning at my bloodied nails.“You saved my life, you know.”His eyebrows pulled together. “I wasn’t leaving without you.”“I knew you’d come,” I smiled, squeezing his fingers between mine.”

“You strutted back and forth to the window at Fulsham’s Custard Stand five times while I was sitting there, eatin’ my cone the first time I saw you, ‘cause you wanted some of this and got it by swinging your ass in my face.”