She laughs softly, rises on her toes to press her lips to his for a second. "Have you ever tried offering to marry her, just to shut her up? Tell her she's the only woman good enough for you and that you want to have a great big wedding to show her off." Swann scratches his scalp, tickles with the image of it. "Or is the worry that she'd jump at the chance?"

Taking a handheld sprayer from the wall, she rinses out his hair on the lightest setting, nodding. "Every few weeks, we have lunch or dinner. With the Games always airing now, and with my job, we can't spend as much time together. Sometimes I go over there and stay though, if I'm really sick. He sends a car and Eta comes with me."