Miles wanted to interrupt and say something, but Daphne had interjected, then Dolohov went from talking about Byzantine to spectacular sex, and then compulsions...
It seemed that the word compulsion seemed to stick in his brain. "Wait, are you saying that we were forced together?" He didn't sound happy about that. "We were forced to have sex to make the contract binding?" He was starting to sweat around the collar, and he took a long sip of his tea.
What he really didn't like hearing was that he truly described the sex that had on Saturday, when he'd felt nothing but the urge to have Daphne without a care for anything else.
He couldn't look at Daphne now, running a hand over his hair. He didn't want to believe this. "So okay, the contract's been completed."
"Now how do we get out of it?" Miles was trying to focus on what was important, great sex with Daphne aside from it all.