Shifting his weight so it was resting mostly on one elbow as he looked down at her, Alastor raised an eyebrow. "Is it that you're afraid you're lacking something you could find elsewhere?"
Alastor was a simple man, after all, and an old fashioned one at that. He'd always considered himself a one woman man -- some day...after retirement... But that had never been Marlene.
Snorting as she continued, he rolled his eyes. " I know a little more than the missionary position, wench." He sighed. "I'm not ever going to be all right with losing you, Marlene. But, you don't have to worry about me. It won't do either of us any good."