"I believe you could," Susan teases, though she doesn't mind that the narrowness of Lancelot's bed encourages her to be half-on top of him in their post-coital glow. She's never been the sort of woman to spurn physical touch the moment after sex ends, but she's also never really been the sort to linger overlong.

Which brings her back to the thought she'd just swallowed down. They have what she would describe as a fairly active sex life, but he's only spent the night once or twice since that first time. Susan hasn't minded it (it's what she's used to), but since he's already defied so many of her preconceptions, she thinks she might want to try something a little different. "I should like," she says, this time barreling busily through the thought instead of changing the subject again, "To sleep with you more often."