"Valkyrie Cain," I say, a smile hovering around my lips because this is very appreciably nice, and although my heart's thrumming a bit -- I'm thrumming a bit, really, slightly a-quiver -- I remain distinctly unpanicked. I'm in her bed, okay, but being completely certain nothing's about to happen unless I happen it is keeping that at a positive level of excitement.

...mostly. Okay maybe there's still some nerves. This is a new one on me.

"Are you asking me to keep a single item of clothing that was yours but I jokingly claimed at your house? Moving so fast..."

I hope its clear this one is jokes, since I have been the molasses of dating, occasionally.