"Send for Jacques. But go feed before you see him. You made me weak with your lovemaking, and if you'll forgive a little crude Carpathian humor, I'll expect you to bring me home dinner." Startled, he stared at her. For a long moment there was silence, and then they both burst out laughing. "Get dressed," Mikhail ordered with mock sternness. "I cannot have poor Jacques tormented by you." "I fully intend to torment him. He needs to learn not to be so serious." "Jacques is the least serious of all Carpathian males. He has retained his emotions far longer than most. It has only been a few centuries since he has lost them." "He is serious when it comes to ordering females about. He has definite ideas on how we should behave. I intend to take that up with him." His eyebrow shot up. "I am certain you will keep him occupied while we are gone. Do me a favor, little one, do not be too hard on him." They were both laughing as they dressed."