“You really do love my Creator, don’t you, LW?”
“Oh, yes, Sir Guy. I think he is an altogether lovely person, your Creator.”
“And–do you think there’s a bit of him in me?”
“Hmmm. Let’s see. He’s very handsome, of course. And very appealing to the opposite sex.” Sir Guy could not resist smirking at these words as he flicked back a silky lock of raven hair. “And–what else?”
“He’s tenacious–not one to give up easily. He takes his profession very seriously and works hard at it. And–sometimes–‘ Ladywriter shot him a look from beneath her lashes. “Sometimes he has a filthy temper. Or–so he says.”
Sir Guy’s brow creased as he heaved a small sigh. “I have tried to keep my–temper in check, you know.” He said in a faintly wistful tone.
“Indeed you have and I truly appreciate it.”
She patted the bed for him to sit down beside her. “And there’s one other thing that strikes me.”
Guy stretched out his long legs, folding his arms across his chest. “And what’s that?” The dark knight rumbled, a quizzical brow raised.
She smiled and tenderly kissed him on his stubbled cheek. “He’s a real sweetheart,too.”
Guy gave her a lop-sided smile as his cheeks grew pink beneath the dark stubble.
Taking LW’s hand in his own, Sir Guy gently squeezed it before giving a manly sniff, thrusting out his chin. “Thank you, Ladywriter,” he said with a gracious nod of his dark head.
It was good to be part of the Creator’s little community. To be loved and fancied. To have all the 21st century junk food he could eat. And a magic sword.