I’m nineteen years older than you and Jean-Louis is fifty years-old.”“You both look great. I’d never have guessed.”“You speak French very... well, Peter, but I can’t guess where you’re from. Sometimes you sound English-speaking and at others a bit Spanish,” said Jean-Louis.“Very astute,” I said. “I was in fact born and mainly raised in Argentina, also in the UK, and my family is of British origin. I was at St George’s School in Buenos Aires, very Anglo, so I’m bi-lingual in English and. Pushing the security team out the line of automatic fire will at least get you some brownie points, even if only for the reasons of not requiring a team to clean the blood and gore off the walls, not to mention filling the personnel replacement requests. Slowly having parts of your body removed, to prolong your death, is preferable to that paperwork.”Everyone sitting around the table in her office looked at me with what was a mix of surprise, awe, and respect. A few also showed a bit of fear. I just laid here and pretended to be asleep. I am sorry. I figured it was my fault … putting you in this position. Lying here. I am not a little girl. I know how guys are. I know it has to be hard, um, I mean, you know difficult.”I was embarrassed but turned on. How did she see me? Some horny teenager or a man. I rolled over, on my back, unable to look at her. I stared up at the ceiling. She nuzzled her head onto my shoulder, but I just sat there, hands behind my head.“Talk to me.”“This is. ”Her eyes widened, “I made...”I nodded, “you seemed to be enjoying it.”I teased, before sobering, “I am sorry. I was having trouble concentrating on the shields I had put up. My body reacted to our love making and I spent myself inside you.”Elizabeth kept looking at me, “I made love to you?”Sam kissed her tummy through the open cloak, “Love it was beautiful. You were alive.”She smiled and then frowned, “what do you mean sorry?”I looked her in the eyes, “the spell strand held us both. I spent.