“You’re just bound and determined to break my poor heart, Magnus.” Summer laughed up at him. “What am I allowed, then, since I can’t command you?”‘You’ve got me there – I don’t know the rules of this arrangement, so I can’t tell you.’ Magnus shrugged, though another smile graced his features as he proposed with a raised brow. ‘Though perhaps I could bake you something to take home? A lemon cake perhaps? I’m afraid I haven’t got that much to offer…’
“Well if you don’t know the rules, how do you know I can’t tell you what to do? I’m supposed to own you.” She poked him in the side. “I think it means you have to at least try to do what I ask for a month. Lemon cake sounds good. I want to watch you bake.”