Nothing is ever enough, of course. Susan has her lengthy to-do lists and the jobs she's assigned herself, but she's never once minded when when her day gets waylaid by Lancelot, and honestly sometimes she seeks him out, seduction on her mind, because she likes the feeling of putting aside her self-appointed duties for a diverting afternoon with the man she loves. She likes to lose herself in him, to get carried away. Oh, she's got her sense of propriety, and they are in the middle of the outdoors, but - he did set up that tent. It would be so intoxicatingly easy to let herself get carried away right now, before they've eaten more than a single strawberry.

When she does eventually pull back, it's for a breath, and before she can catch it she breathlessly laughs. "I've got lipstick all over your face," she says, wiping away a smudge at the edge of his mouth with her thumb. "It's quite --" she kisses him again, briefly, firmly, joyously "--the look."