“Just what is it about me,” Sarahi asked as they walked, hand in hand down the hall, “that makes everyone so uncomfortable?”
“Well, love, you represent the decadent lifestyle a lot of them secretly wish they had experienced.”
“But, Lucien, I hated that.”
“I know, love. If you truly were a tramp, I wouldn't have wanted you.”
She grinned. Then her smile faded. “Does it bother you how I used to live?”
He scoffed. “Sarahi, it's two millennia past. And it's not as though you had a choice in the matter.”
She nodded.
“I love you. The rest doesn't matter to me.”
That made her smile. “Now if only we can figure out how to get Josiah and this Annie together, all will be well.”
Lucien faltered a bit.
“What?” she asked him.
“Doesn't it feel… I don't know…awkward to talk about s*x that way?”
