[Well, Hector will learn about Lisa's politics soon enough. Until then, he can live blissfully unaware that his soon-to-be haven may not be as safely remote as he imagines it.]

I imagine we'll take some breaks. Knowing how sweet you'll taste, I'll need to stop to kiss you.

[Also, you know, sleeping, dog petting. The essentials.

God, Hector can feel his face going red, talking about it so blatantly. He pushes himself up and dusts himself off.]

We should see about that bath, otherwise we won't be presentable enough to get into the libraries.