Aurora however, was just glad that he was here. She had missed him, but she wasn't planning to let him get away that easily again, either. "I still might make you beg for mercy." She assured him. "Just because I've forgiven you doesn't mean that I'm not brassed off."
She growled slightly. "I am not some toy you can drop and pick up again at will, Barty. Nor am I some whore or arranged wife who can be bought off with gems when you're too busy."
She growled a little. "You're mine, as much as you can be, and I expect at least a measure of you, when others get to see you far more often." She wasn't yelling, but there was something authoritative in her tone.