I looked into his eyes. "So will you."
He sat up, wrapping one of his rugs - he appeared to have a pile against a wall - around himself. He casually threw one over me. It was startlingly thick. I found myself unable to see. I pulled it down over my head and looked at him, eyebrow raised.
He grinned. "Wild animals have to be suppressed, Tilly."
I chuckled. "We need a cage for you, then."
He laughed. "No, that won't work. The only way I'll ever be happy is if I get ... how could I put it? ... physical satisfaction."
I snorted. "That's a really odd way of putting it."
Suddenly, he was over me, looking directly into my eyes. I held my breath.
"No, it's the perfect way to put it." He leant down and kissed me and I exhaled. But the rug meant I couldn't hold him. "Get this thing off me," I complained as he moved back into a sitting position.
"Nah," he said. "I like you where I can see you."
I pouted at him.
He laughed. "You're not going to change my mind, Tilly."
He clicked his fingers and a familiar scroll appeared in his hands.
"Now, we've got to get all this stuff. I think you should make a shopping list."
"Me?" I asked, amused.
Romulus wrinkled his nose. "Men don't do shopping."
With an effort, I pushed myself up into a sitting position. Through the rug, I shoved him, saying "Sexist", but I ended up toppling on top of him because the rug was so heavy.
Romulus laughed, not making any move to slide out from underneath me. He gazed up. "Perhaps I am. Girls are there to be conquered, aren't they?"
I shook my head indignantly.
Romulus laughed again. "Dearest Tilly, you can't say that after how you've let me treat you. Fine, girls in general maybe weren't meant to be conquered but you were."
I shivered inside. "Not in a domestic context," I whispered, struggling not to go into ‘worship-Romulus' mode.
He rolled over so I was underneath him. "Well I wasn't proposing you do all the housework if we lived together."
"I'd like to live with you," I murmured, unexpectedly distracted by this thought.
Romulus chuckled. "Hm, me too."
I came back to the present. "So you can't be a sexist."
He smiled. "I know. I was just playing with you."
I shivered at the expression. "Don't use those words."
"What, playing with you?" He leant in and whispered in my ear "I love playing with you."
Chills ran down my spine. "You are one seductive beast," I whispered.
Romulus laughed and sat up. "Ha! Oh Tilly, you really crack me up."
I gazed at him longingly. "Do we have to do the Intertwining of Fates now?"
"Sooner we get it done, sooner we can start planning our lives together," he pointed out, shrugging.
"You don't plan!" I said, laughing.
"Nah, but it's a nice idea."
"You don't do nice either," I pointed out.
"Oh okay," he said, making a big gesture of rolling his eyes in exasperation. "The sooner we can return to our favourite place, then."
I nodded approvingly.
Romulus chuckled. "You're lucky. I don't usually let a woman contradict me."
"No, I can't see it," I said, imagining him persuasively kissing me until I relented. I snapped back to reality.
Romulus was smiling. "Saw that," he said cheekily.
I pushed him off me, blushing. "Don't pry."
He snorted. "I take it you don't want to tie souls then. After that, I'll see everything."
"Oh that'll be okay," I said casually, "'cause I'll see your thoughts too."
Romulus shook his head in amusement. "I have a feeling there'll be a lot more fire in your heart when you see them."
I grinned. "Oh yeah - they must be so desire-filled."
"Would you expect anything else?"
"Not from you."
"You know me well, young Tilly."
"I'm not that young. Hey, I don't think I've ever asked how old you or Peter were! I think you both look about seventeen."
Romulus nodded. "Yeah, we are. And you're se- Oops, sixteen."
"What did you almost say?" I asked, fighting a smile.
"I don't think it's that hard to guess," he whispered.
"So, let's get on with this."