His cheeks heat at the gestures, and his eyes are smoldering with desire as he pulls away with a brisk nod. The sooner he's gone, the sooner he's back, and he doesn't quite pick up the pace as he heads back to his own men.

The day crawls, but equally there's too much to do to brood overly, and he's heartily sick of acting the prince by the time the day is done.

He comes striding into the main encampment unapologetically after supper, looking for her.