Michael got to his feet. This was really too much for him. "Kristen, remember those sacred vows. That halfdefrocked Boer gave us a pretty traditional variety. You promised to obey your husband, I’m afraid. Terribly incorrect politically. But that’s what you said. So, you ask Serrin when he gets back; I know him even less well than you do. For now, girl, keep quiet and let me get back to work." He wagged an admonishing finger at her in fun; she just smiled and shrugged her shoulders.