"Day dreaming about making love to a man?" asked Wesset then, making me break out of the stiff pose I'd been holding.
"Oh yes," I murmured to him and smiled. Well it was no use not admitting it to the old alchemist, was it? I did love to make love to my husband. I was his woman. And if Lady Sherrene had been a man once and now was a woman, well I'd follow in her high-heeled shoes as much as I could. I'd decided that. Oh Peveret, I begged him silently, please come home as quickly as you can. Your wife really needs you in her bed, right now!
"You women are all alike," said Wesset, closing his notebook as I'd make no more to take down anything or start to make anything in the fantastically equipped workroom. I really had no idea what was in there to do. I needed Peveret to be there with his suggestions on what was needed for the ship.