Why couldn't she have had a cooperative husband, or at least one she could manipulate easier? Tig huffed. After a slight pause, she crossed the room to where he kept a couch and unceremoniously flopped down upon it and lay there with her feet perched on an arm. "I'm afraid I can't do that, Tiberius." Honestly, she didn't care anymore about the damn potion ingredient but she wasn't going to let him dismiss her to bed like that. "I've got all night and I'm suddenly feeling very patient." Was he irritated yet? Had she gotten under his skin? If she was going to walk away empty handed then was at least going to leave knowing she'd tortured him sufficiently in return. "Have you ever noticed how comfortable this couch is?"
