"The man who starts a fight is childish. The one who ends it is a criminal," you say.
"What the hell does that mean?" Alicia wonders.
"It means, we'll make it up to each other later. At Disneyland."
". . . I can live with that," Alicia says.
As you start to drift off, Alicia smirks. "You know," she says. "Technically, I'm not bound by that contract any more. It was up until your death. . ."
". . . upon which you become beholden to my descendents," you say.
"So. . . until you have a kid, I'm a free woman. If I wanted to, I could kill you right now," she purrs, running her fingernails over your chest.