"While you kneel and give worship?" And now that- was that not a marvelous mental image made all the better by the slight coloring of Michel's cheeks, the way his hair fell in front of his eyes once disturbed. A terribly handsome man, was Michel, and he knew it. The idea of having Michel kneeling before him as he recited the chant in every perverse way he knew how?

That was a birthday present to cling to.