She blinked, her face momentarily surprised. a suggestion not often heard. "Non ho dormito come me in un certo tempo. Solo per te, amore." She stood, setting down the silver brush. She shook her hair back, looking up at the dark man. "Vuoi venire a letto con me? Dormire accanto a me. Questo posto nuovo è pesante." She pleaded with her eyes, a scared and bruised little butterfly asking for protection. It was habit for her now.