Wasn't it pleasant, wasn't it nice to be so sleepy and dreamy in the morning? To roll around aimlessly in bed for a while? To make idle conversation? To look for signs of what transpired the night before and, if necessary, kiss 'em and make 'em better?

He thought so.

"Of course there were some. But I didn't really keep them. They kept themselves. They waited for me. Just like you said."

They were more tamed than kept, really. Not prisoners but more at pets.