For just a moment Wrath had been sure George was about to tell her to get out and she had been deciding whether to stomp out or to cling and refuse to leave. But then he said she was worth it and all plans were set to the side for a later date.
"Good. Not that I figure life with me is any less insane than that," she pointed out. Then she crawled forward and kissed his chin. "Do you think you should, I dunno, stretch or something?"