“What /this/?” she laughed. “/This/ is a week of whatever you’d like from me. Let’s have a little direction here, Sir Knight.” Summer took one of his hands, interlinking her fingers with his. “Otherwise,” she murmured, “I’ll give the direction, and you’ll obey.”
Mordred cocked a brow, looking over her for a moment. “You give directions and I obey?” he asks, mulling the words over for a few moments before he answered. “No, I don’t like that idea all too well,” he tells her. “There is a tourney coming up and your favour would be most appreciated.”
Letting go his hand with a slight sigh, Summer pulled her braid over her shoulder and untangled a ribbon from the end. She smoothed it over her hand before offering it to him. “If you tie this about your arm, I’m certain you will win, and my luck will surely ride with you.” Softly and quickly she kissed his cheek.