Sarah shook her head. Somehow, someway she was determined to get through to him. "I'm starting to believe you simply like being insuferable."

It certainly seemed that way the entire evening. She shook her head again and stood up to place the tea cup on the bedside table. Then, Sarah walked over to her purse to pull out a small reporter's notebook and a pen. If he was going to answer anything tonight, Sarah wanted to be sure to get it down.

Briefly glancing over the notes she had taken previously, Sarah Jane returned to the bed, kicking off her shoes and scooting up against one of the pillows. No use in being uncomfortable, after all.

"So, where should we begin?"