"You'll marry me, my dragon, and you'll bear my children, and you'll drive me mad and live in that ramshackle old house with me and I'll even put up with the occasional visit from your sister if I must. But you'll marry me. Not because you have to. But because I won't let you go." "Why?" she demanded. And he answered the only way he could, in French. "Je't'aime," he said. "I love you." "Je't'aime aussi," she said. "And I will make your life a living hell," she added in the same language. He smiled down at her. "I'm counting on it."