You promise me, he said. That you love him. Enough to marry him and make him happy.

“I have a plan.”He groaned. “I was afraid of that.”“My plans are not terrible.”“…”

“Demon pox, oh demon poxJust how is it acquired?One must go down to the bad part…”

“There were some memories, though, that never faded.”

“And now I’m looking at you,” he said, “and you’re asking me if I still want you…”