"Spectacular," she says, rising up on her knees to draw Gideon back to the bed. "Absurd."

"I could use you to teach anatomy. I am going to devour you, Gideon Nav."

It isn't quite pillow talk; she is talking like Harrow, just a slightly unhinged Harrow, a type of Harrow Gideon has seen before. Harrow drunk on some unheard of necromantic accomplishment, except the the accomplishment is having Gideon, here, glorious and naked.