His lap was a perfectly acceptable place for her to be seated and perfectly comfortable for her. She seemed to fit perfectly in his lap and his arms, curling against him and smiling.

"I am glad you prefer me over the books." A little laugh as she twirled a piece of his hair around one of her fingers. Dark strands around soft, pale fingers. "And now you are my prisoner for how can I let one so perfect as you leave me for books now? What shall you do?"