There remained something both thrilling and relaxing about her visits with Merlin. Thrilling, because she never knew what sort of weird thing he might be into that night, but comforting because she had come to know him, the understand him. (It was, she recognized, a foolish and dangerous sort of thought, to consider that you understood the gods and their ways, yet still she thought it.)
And there was comfort and ease in the fact that Merlin paid her enough to be quite happy to work as a temporary doorman.
Luna stood up to do with she was told but paused in the doorway, giving him a curious smile. "But what if they're hot?"