They halted at an arched doorway set into black marble.

His face looked like it had been abruptly turned into black marble.

You were perfect and you still turned back into marble.

"Why didn't it get turned into marble or something?"

She wasn't certain, of course, but his last non-injury-inflicted turn into marble had lasted only overnight.

Only then would he be able to return and make love to Alexandra properly, without concern over turning back into marble at an inappropriate moment.

Would he turn back into marble there, after sunset?

Would he get injured and turn into marble permanently?

But it won't be to turn you back into marble.

Making love was knowing he'd turn into marble at sunset and not counting it against him.