โฆ the sheer blue nightshirt from the knob of the dresser, and pulled it on as she turned toward him. Her face, elegantly heart-shaped with delicate hollows beneath the rise of soft half-pillow cheekbones and full, pale, pink lips, looked sullen. Eyes the colour of mountain lake-blue trapped beneath a sheet of ice stared with mild irritation, and her slightly upturned button nose twitched while she regarded him. โI wouldnโt make much of a living if I could only draw an audience of one, would I? You already doโฆ