"Would he listen to reason?" Miles asked, hoping he could. "I mean, he knows how dangerous things are - you lost your brothers."
His hand slid up her shoulder, brushing against her bonding mark even as she chastised him for putting himself down. "I don't know, but I'm happy to play bad guy to your father. After all, I am married to you, and we ahh, didn't quite go about it properly. We could play on that - focus his anger?" He didn't know.
But there was that look of pale dread on her face, and he pulled her in towards him, cupping her face. "Don't think whatever it is going through your head." He kissed her softly.
"We could go this weekend - Friday or Saturday? I wouldn't want your birthday spoiled with worry," he added, smiling just a little to let her know he remembered the day.