"It's the only entry way I know," Ashley argued, giving him a pout as though he thought Scarecrow was holding out on him. "You showed me out the same way."

He glanced over at the bookcases at that, considering the temptation of books against the temptation of attention and pleasure. "Maybe later," he said, squirming in Scarecrow's arms and pressing closer. "I'm glad you're still here. Have you been thinking of me?"