Of course, she thinks: you're a time-traveler. A fact he had shared earlier, finally making sense in the details -- both the fantasy he's admitting to, and the slightly-archaic turn of phrase in 'undergarments'. He's as much of an anachronism as she, dressed in his forties idol glamour and still displaying the possessiveness of an old-fashioned husband.

"I've had one other man in my bed since you," she whispers softly. (When she said there had been no one else, she meant it. Jon hadn't quite fully gotten into her heart by the time that Wolf politics necessitated their parting. And he had been the only one to come close. To share her bed.) "I'm still yours."