Felix's laugh was low and silky, deeply amused. The Virtu, massive and faceted and azure as the morning sky hung, surrounded by nearly every Cabaline in existence, in the Mirador, a place barely perceptible to the non-magical. While he did not think Valentine could find his way inside, he had been wrong before.

"I'm afraid I'm sworn and duty-bound to protect it, darling," he sighed, with a light wave of one hand. "I like you. You're pretty. I'd rather you didn't try to come between me and my order." His eyes glinted. "I'd rather you come between me and your bed."