You adored your new husband's workshop. He was an inventor...he created most of the machines used in his family's clay mines and enjoyed making little toys and amusements for fun. His hands were so clever with gears and springs and his eyes sparkles with joy when a machine functioned correctly.

He could make everything from clocks to music boxes with extreme ease and grace. But he insisted he worked best when you were there at his side.

He smiles and catches your hand as you try and exit his workshop. He brings it to his lips and looks at you adoringly...you were beginning to realize your new darling husband really didn't like being away from you...at all.

He smiles sweetly. "Stay, dearest? Please?" He asks softly, his voice as sweet as honey. "You can watch me work...I can make you something! A pretty clock...a music box...a wind up toy...Oh, do stay!" He coos.