"You're really not that difficult to live with," Emmeline said, curling happily under the blanket against him. She finished her glass of wine and set it aside. She didn't feel any need to have too much, disliked the idea of her judgment being impaired. But the wine had warmed her, and she did feel it very slightly in her head. And it was perhaps because of the wine that she was absently considering what it would be like if the innocent flirting led somewhere genuine. She was surprised to find that she didn't mind that possibility, which was probably why she was indulging his mood. "You've yet to punish me for messing anything up. Even though I'd probably enjoy that."