"OF course not," Susan says, nodding wisely. A queer part of her likes, strangely, the idea of someone knocking on Lancelot's door and finding her there. She puts that to the side. It's not because of her dreams, she's realizing, that she would like to sleep with Lancelot - but she can't deny that it would be rather nice, should she have more dreams of Narnia collapsing and burning, to roll over and have Lancelot there, instead of hunting for him throughout the Mansion and its surrounds.