The promise in that silky sentence made his stomach tighten, lanced his chest with pain from the longing - his or hers, he couldn't tell. Leto looked at the hand splayed across his heart, then back to Oswin. It was his imagination, but he thought that blue light looked just a touch brighter now.
He should stop. He knew it; and surely, she must have known it, too. But he didn't. Instead, he asked, "What else would you do?" His hand slid a fraction of an inch lower, and his thumb moved restlessly. For no reason that he could divine, his skin ached all over.