"Love as thou wilt," Phryne murmured mostly to herself and then smiled. It wasn't quite the same, since a D'Angeline wouldn't separate sex from love, just see different kinds of love. Phryne's own feelings on the sexual act lay somewhere in between love and a pure separation from it. She certainly wouldn't bed a man she didn't care for, but neither did she need to have any true feelings for him. "Have you met Alcuin yet?"