George stiffened, and for a tense moment it seemed that he was about to shove Lust away and possibly make a run for the door.

He closed his eyes and squared his jaw. He was the Dragonslayer, and he wasn't going to be terrified of this woman or his own reactions, for God's sake. She had no power over him besides what he gave her.

His shoulders relaxed, his hand on her back became a little less hesitant, and he waltzed a bit faster. "Not especially. Lovers' spats are things I like to avoid."