Isabelle heaved one of her usual over-theatrical sighs, and even rested her head against his leg like this was a hardship.

But her voice, though quiet, sounded sincere. "I want nap to with you, and hold your hand, and kiss you in public, and all those other things too. Falling asleep with my head on your lap is a new one but I can see it working. As long as you were stroking my hair."