"Yes," I say patiently, "but it was your desire that made you want a wish, was it not?" I shake my head. "Your weakness for humans. I hope he is pretty, at least." And at least it is not Syl. I am not going to remind him of her, if he has not remembered yet.

He puts his hand on my hip, and I look at him through my eyelashes.

"I am glad you like the tower," I say, and I stroke his fingers where they rest on my hip. "I am quite fond of it myself."