He gives that cheeky, slightly guilty smile. "DG helped me polish it with the stuff they used in my hair... It smells like satsuma."

He takes Wyatt's other hand in both of his, pressing it to his own chest where his heart races away. "You made it do that. I didn't feel like that until I saw you. You're like the dashing soldier from a childhood book. Like the Queen's own bodyguard."