Speaking of things he was not intending to question of the universe-- having such a short amount of time between fearing that he was losing her, to being invited to take her to bed, felt like it should not be quite right... but at the same time, there could be nothing more right. After all, he thought with a quick smile, their love was legendary, was it not? People were still telling stories of them eight hundred years later, of Robin Hood and his Marian. The thing was, those stories had it kind of backward; they should speak of them as Lady Marian and her Robin.
She thought she knew what he liked, but he had a secret: she was what he liked. And, she did not have to ask him that last question twice. Getting to his knee, he swept her up and stood. "A brilliant idea, milady," he grinned, and then leaned in to kiss her as he started walking toward the bedroom.