Would that I might ride you like the mounts you favor so...

[A thing he says only because Haurchefant is so close, because he can breathe it like a secret too low even for the Fury to hear, full of scandal and vice. Even just forming the words makes him shiver with daring, the implication of the forbidden as delicious as Haurchefant's kisses.]

But if you would have me pampered and comfortable and yours, then I am in your hands, dear Haurchefant. In them and beneath them.