““I’m also not a casual date kind of guy.” In fact, he never had been. “That doesn’t work for me.” He’d already tasted her, and he’d already had her. A part of him, one darker than before Scorpius, wanted to bind her to him no matter what. “I don’t know what that means,” she said, her gaze lifting. “It means that if you’re mine, you’re mine.” There were probably better words, smoother words. But he didn’t have them. All he had was honesty, and he’d give that to her.””