Feeling the soft, springy pressure against the back of his head, Ashe sneered inwardly. Heh. What does she take me for? Sure, it's comfortable, but did she really think I'd fall for such a transparent trick? 

With these rational thoughts spinning through his mind, Ashe felt his resolve hardening. But then, he noticed Sonya and Dia. They were watching him with flat, motionless gazes, the kind of look one might reserve for a corpse.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

Sonya replied dryly, "Well, you've been in her arms for nearly thirty seconds, and you only just noticed us. What else are we supposed to do but stare?"

Ashe gasped. "What? Thirty seconds? Wasn't it just three? This must be a Miracle! Mistress,...