" Would you?” I licked my lips again, swallowed around sudden tightness in my throat. “Kill me? If… I asked?” There was a pause. When the Lord of Night touched my face, fingertips tracing my jaw, I thought I was imagining things. There was an unmistakable tenderness in the gesture. But then, just as tenderly, the hand slid farther down and curled around my neck. As he leaned close, I closed my eyes. “Are you asking?” His lips brushed my ear as he whispered. "
― N.K. Jemisin , The Hundred Thousand Kingdoms (Inheritance, #1)