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"I... Well, you see, Miss Caithe, I..." Argent struggled for words and he looked away from her. He had expected whimpering or cries of Why?but her actual reaction had left him stunned. In all his years, he had only come across three similar outbursts that had left him with little to say. Two of them had been Alarisset's.

"My apologies, Miss Caithe. I seem to have lost my head," Argent said softly and slowly put her down, releasing the grip on her throat to do a slow caress of her cheek if she didn't slap his hand away. Even if she had, either way would have left him standing there with a confused look upon his face. "I seem to have lost my head for a second there. I don't know what to say outright to that outburst of yours. I can only hope..."

Argent kneeled in front of her, "That you take me into your service."