“Missing your knife?” he murmured, teasing, while he traced her calves almost absently with his fingertips, since they were convenient thanks to Valkyrie’s decision to straddle him. It was tempting to just try to kiss her and take whatever consequences rolled down on him. How often did these opportunities come up?

He suppressed the urge, though. He wasn’t especially interested in risking the odd ease they’d managed with each other.