She had truly missed this feeling of being treasured, and all the attention he would normally give her. Narcissa sent a very silent prayer of thanks to whomever would listen to it for the fact that Azkaban had not taken her husband's mind or soul from him, or changed him entirely. She lifted one hand to lightly brush her fingers against his cheek, laughing softly at his words. How long had it been since she'd laughed and meant it? Very gently, she eased his head back up to allow her to look closely at his handsome face. "I delight you? Well, I suppose it's about time, insufferable woman I am."