Snorting out a laugh, Niamh shook her head. "Promise I have always been a woman. It's not exactly like that."

She scooted up a bit, propping herself up on her elbows. Oh how was she going to explain this properly. Oh, by the way love, I can control light with my mind like a cartoon character.

A sigh pushed past her lips and she made a face. A second later, all the light in the room disappeared except for the pale glow that emanated from her skin -- talk about a healthy glow. She looked up, frowning with nervousness and locked her eyes with Tony's. All at once the light was back in the room and all was normal except Niamh was all pink and hot like she was running a fever.

"It's a bit more like that."