Yes. Yes, he wanted her. Adrenaline and satisfaction pooled in Morrigan's gut — this hadn't been her intention, when she came here tonight. At least — she did not think it had been her intention. It was hard for Mor to pretend that she had not considered this as a possibility, as a fantasy, both in her private moments and when she showed up here.

But she had never actually expected him to fall into this like she had.

(She liked him best when he was doing something wrong.)

Mor jutted her chin forward, half to be obstinate and half to extend her neck so he could mark it more with his lips and teeth. "Then do it," she said, "And pretend you love me."