"The Armagnac, yes. I'll order the Rioja tonight." He made sure the bedroom door closed behind him. "I have some cigars waiting for you, too."

He started to walk toward the doors to check on the workmen. "I can, too, but they'd distract you too much from your intense physical therapy. I want you to heal. Then you can ride me properly."

He smirked to himself as looked out the glass doors.