She pets his hair. She hasn't really stopped. "I will alert you," she tells him, "in the subtlest of ways. Right... here." The fingers of her other hand come to rest on the moon she had added to his marque. "Follow the urges I send to you through it," she breathes. "And then you shall please me. Even more than you please me now."

Her fingers, stroking the moon-mark. "Pretty Alcuin, should I lie on this couch, will you come ply your liar's tongue between my legs? Show me how clever you can be."