"No, don't apologize, Greg," I said, resisting the urge to bite my lip as his fingers dug into my arm. "It is I who enticed this to happen, not you." I gave a slight smile. "Blame it on my art if you will. I am very good at what I do, and am accustomed neither to being resisted nor to finding myself thwarted by fidelity. I forget, still, that D'Angelines reckon such things differently. 'Tis not such a heavy matter for us." Still it turned my stomach a touch, to hear him hold so strong to a promise his lover had seemed to break without qualm.