Morag had to smile. 'Well, I have to admit you've always been the charmer,' she said indulgently. 'You certainly charmed the pants off me,' she told him with a wicked glint.
'Spoilsport!' she sniffed. 'You're no fun at all...'
From her aggrieved sigh, it was clear that Morag did not care for the idea. 'Booo for that idea!' she grumped. 'Silly illness!'
'Well, I intend to indulge myself with a very extensive dream about how they suffer before they die!' she said airily. 'You can picture them quickly fried if you want. I want suffering!'