QUOTE : He took a threatening step toward her. “I will feed you from my hand, if I must.” “You cannot just force me to do something every time I refuse you.” “Actually, I can. And I will. Now. Eat.” He gestured to the table. “Buttered croissants and apricot marmalade are your favorite.” She glowered at him. “How do you know that after all this time my tastes haven’t changed?” “Have they?” “… No,” she admitted glumly. He lifted a challenging eyebrow. “Not in pastries anyhow,” she amended. His lip twitched in an almost charming semblance of a smile. “You eat. I’ll bathe. How perfectly civilized we’ll be.” “Oh yes,” she mockingly agreed. “It’ll be breakfast, a bath, and then a bit of rape before tea.