"Which do you prefer?” Armiger leaned over her and kissed her cheek. "Which what do I prefer?” "Do you prefer making love or reading?” Her voice held a teasing note, but he had learned there were frequently hidden needs behind her teasing questions. "To read is to make love to the world,” he said. "But to make love to a woman is to feel like the world is reading you.” She smiled, not comprehending, and fell asleep.