"Oh, my precious, lovely one ... you will never have to. I am glad to have you, when I have you. However, we both have loves, and lovers, whom we have had long before we came together." Hannibal smoothed one damp hand through Huiasang's black, silky locks.

He leaned in to kiss that pouty lip, and give it a possessive nip in turn. "On the same thought process -- no one shall tell me I cannot have you eitehr, so. Casual lovers with a touch of 'I will share but I shall not be denied'."