"Sweetheart, I wouldn't just let you know I'm alive. Even if you do stay in the Down, you don't get full and complete no-strings-attached with me. You'd have to check in once in a while. Show up at Cafe LeBlanc while I'm working to bug me, or something--maybe do dinners with me once in a while. It'd be written loose in the contract, but I'd want to see you sometimes."

Bash leans in over the table. "See, I like you. As I've said before. But yeah, you think on it. There's a reason I wanted to have this talk early, to give you all the time you need."