I smile at how quickly that dark-haired vixen (some calling her demon goddess) has shifted me away from her prey and am certain with her generosity of spirit that she will have directed some other fine maile in my direction .... I'm looking forward to learning about what she has planned .... and once I've done that, well then maybe I'll go looking for a windswept moor to see if I can have another run-in with that mysterious highwayman .... maybe when the she-goddess is busy with one of her other men.