The look that she gave him over her shoulder could have competed with any one of his unamused expressions, and Elia followed it by rolling her eyes. There was something there, a flicker of something deeply enticing in her mind, but it was only a flicker. The sort of thing she could put down to the words he had used earlier – his flames against her skin, melting her inside and out. "Very cute," she offered, dropping back to the bed.
"Then maybe you could just humor me. Sit down and meditate. Play solitaire in your head. Ponder the mysteries of the universe. Just come here and be warm, and once I'm asleep you can go back to being difficult." This time a smirk touched the corner of her mouth. "And if you change your mind and decide you like witches again, you'll be more conveniently placed to take advantage of the one in your bed."