"If you weren't known for granting wishes," I come back, "I wouldn't have come here. And yes, pretty. But not as pretty as you." Though it wasn't Valmont's prettiness that made me want him.

"I am glad you like the tower. I am quite fond of it myself."

"People are scared of it," I tell him, but I'm mostly focusing on his fingers on mine. I move my hand a little. The way he looks at me...I realise I'm biting my lip, and make myself stop.