He couldn’t help a slight shiver, and he hated how she can still make him react that way, even now. But at least he knew how to get to her too.

Which was why he reached up, carefully taking her hand in both of his. “But Mistress,” he started, sounding as loving as he could manage, “if you erase my memories, how can I keep comparing others to you, and realizing just how much better I have it now?”

Please let that work.