Kisha sighed in defeat but remained firm, not giving in to Duke's demand because she was worried about his injured shoulder and thigh. "No, sleep on your own. We can sleep together when you're well again," she explained.
Duke then grinned devilishly. "You said it. No takebacks..."
Kisha felt choked by his statement and by Duke's childish persistence in taking advantage of any opportunity. She didn't know whether to laugh or cry at how, despite his injuries, he still had time to think of such things. This side of him was so different from the Duke she thought she knew.
"It seems you're doing just fine and don't need my concern," Kisha said, pretending to be angry and turning away. Duke's mischievous grin faltered into a flustered smile. Realizing he might have pushed his luck too far, he lay down obediently, knowing that if he really upset her, Kisha might ignore him, and he didn't want to risk how long his wife would stay mad at him.
