"So," he said, flicking her nose, "how long have you wanted--" "I don't see how that's any of your business, Captain Westfall. And I won't tell you until you tell me." He flicked her nose again, and she batted away his fingers. He caught her hand in his, holding it up so he could look at her amethyst ring--the ring she never took off, not even to bathe. "The Yulemas ball. Maybe earlier. Maybe even Samhuinn, when I brought you this ring. But Yulemas was the first time I realized I didn't like the idea of you with--with someone else." He kissed the tips of her fingers. "Your turn." "I'm not telling you," she said. Because she had no idea; she was still figuring out when it had happened, exactly. It somehow felt as if it had always been Chaol, even from the very beginning, even before they'd ever met. He began to protest, but she pulled him back down on top of her. "And that's enough talking. I might be tired, but there are still plenty of things to do instead of going for a run."