"You," she said softly, getting frustrated by now. Wasn't that obvious!? Why was he asking her to humiliate herself and pull all of this out into the open again? "I want you. And you want me, as long as it's just for now and it doesn't interrupt anything else you need to be doing. As long as I remember you're a Turk first and you can't stay too long. We can ... go to bed, and spend time together, and you'll let me pretend it means something, so long as I know that ... when the clock strikes twelve, you go right back to not giving a damn."

Maybe they shouldn't be bothering with this charade at all.