"She didn't see him enter the room, but the flames leapt and danced as if a sudden draft had fed them. She blinked and there he was, tall and handsome, like some hero in a storybook. She smiled at the fantasy. Mikhail wrapped his arm around her shoulders, partially holding her up while she drank. "You really are extraordinary," she murmured, uncertain whether she was dreaming or not. "It is good you think so," he pointed out. "Since I wish to spend time with you." She frowned at him. "I think it could be a little dangerous spending time with you."