"It's been a long time." The blonde bombshell sighed langourously, resting her head on his shoulder. "Do you remember?"
"Sparrowhawk, please..." the Green Man looked down sternly at her.
"Okay," Sparrowhawk shrugged her shoulders, an air of regret about her. "So I'm a bad girl. "But you can't blame a girl for trying, can you? After all, it's only yesterday for me that you last held me."
"You can be trying." The Green Man shook his head. "But there's another one now, Sparrowhawk. You've been gone for almost a decade. I had to move on."
"My own doom." The masked blonde looked up to the sky, trying to sound light and bantering. "You know, I'm fated to be alone."
"You can't be that way," the Green Man's voice acquired a tone of reproach. "Sparrowhawk, you can't force a person to love you, not even by being upset and petulant."
"Doesn't stop it smarting." Sparrowhawk looked into his eyes again. Raising one hand, she drew off a long black gauntlet to reveal a slender hand, raising it to the face of the Green Man.
"No." The Green Man brushed it away. "That's over, Sparrowhawk. There's no 'us' any more. We can be friends, but there's someone else..."
"KJust friends." Sparrowhawk sighed wearily. "Story of my life. Still, you were all great back there. Maybe I'll see you again sometime. After all, now I'm back in business, aren't I?" She looked back to her father.
"Whatever you want, darling." Sir Richard shook his head, smiling wryly. "And I think you knew that from the start."
"Guilty as charged." Sparrowhawk laughed. "Girls?" she looked first to Ms. Madison, then to Lady Sylvia, "shall we go - I've got a decade of shopping to catch up on."