He chuckled and bent to kiss her. "She would not," he whispered as his lips touched her. The kiss was lingering, gentle as his hands traced her shoulders and throat.
"You'd invite her to bed with you, and I'd never stand a chance," he added as he drew back. He smiled and met her eyes again. "Don't be jealous of anyone, 'Lia. You're my sun, Aeny my stars. There's no one else I will ever love as I do you."