" We have to convince Monks and Filey we're lovers. I mean only to sleep here. You have my word you're safe from my advances."
Surprisingly, that full mouth quirked into a wry smile. "So we lie like Tristan and Yseult with a sword between us?"
Hard as it was, hard as he was, he couldn't help smiling at the absurd image. "I find myself currently embarrassed of a sword."
He didn't say that, in the legend, the sword had proven no barrier to passion. He was in enough trouble. "

― Anna Campbell , Untouched