Several thoughts rapidly flickered through her mind, colliding over each other: He noticed; got to be more careful; ha, here's a wedge; oh dear.

And quite deliberately, she dropped her gaze back to the table. Her tone was low, intimate and raw, with a touch of wryness, be it pain or humor. "You don't really want me to do that, Richard. Not for any length of time."

But she wouldn't leave him hanging there. Instead, Molly shook her head very slightly, "I'm a wizard, you see. If you stare into my eyes for long, you'll see my soul. And I'll see yours."