"Once or two things in a decade or two," he agreed with an amused huff.
Rolling his eyes, Alastor snorted. "If we were as bad as all that, we wouldn't be able to find the target when you pointed us at it to hex. Now you're just getting full of your own grain of success, cocky wench."
Ignoring work for the moment -- it seemed to distant now, surreal as that thought was. He'd spent so much of thelast two weeks focused on her, work seemed tangental. -- he turned them over gently so instead of laying atop him, he was half across her. Looking down into eyes that did seem clearer than they had in days, he shook his head. "What's so difficult to believe about that? Do I strike you as a man who willingly lets many people in to begin with? A man who has time to waste on women who'll never be anything to me?
"You, Marly-girl, are a force of nature against which most other women pale. Why would I want to bother with the rest of them, when I could have the crazy girl who waltzed into my life and made herself at home before even giving me a chance to wonder where she came from and what on earth she could find interesting about me, her complete opposite."