"Yeah, I remember." Nicky had jumped to defend Andy which meant Booker had gotten a broadsword pointed at him, almost buried in his ribs. He could hardly be blamed for his confusion over meeting the people he dreamed about. It had been a crazy time in his life.

"You're still not a proper lady," he pointed out. Booker didn't intend to argue the request.

He leaned in and kissed her properly, a real kiss, a deep kiss full of his love for her.