> Carrhae smiled. Then, she developed a wicked gleam in her eyes. "If we > make an announcement, *we* are making it an issue," she replied. > "Instead, I suggest something more subtle. Let us simply go to breakfast > together in the morning. From here. The reporters can draw their own > conclusions, if it matters to them." > > Matt matched the look in her eyes. It looked good on her. "Beautiful *and* > brilliant. I'll be the envy of the entire universe."
Her smile brightened, then died as she studied his face. The decision made, she spoke in her home tongue, <Matthew Brennan, does thee consent to become my consort?> <Consent?> he repeated. <no.> He let the silence sit on them for a moment before adding. <Instead, I beg for the honor.>
