John snorted quietly. "Don't thank me," he replied equally softly, smiling at Kit as he ran a hand idly up and down her back. She was never more gorgeous than in moments like this, he thought, struck by the sight of her: flushed and disheveled, almost glowing with satisfaction and the heady power of what she had just evoked. And she didn't even know, yet, the nature of the ill she'd helped to remedy. Again, he was troubled, but put it aside to enjoy what he knew was a unique moment, one highly unlikely to be repeated. Revelations could wait.