she stopped him, a gentle but firm hand on his chest, probing beyond his coat and to the buttons of his shirt. They both laughed at his not entirely untimely joke, and for some minutes made the very best of the privacy he'd purchased for them.
Having never left the gala, Captain Sidarova reached across a short divide between herself and the daydreaming boar and extinguished her cigarette in his whiskey, bringing him back likely from some deep thought of statecraft and intrigue she doubted.
"If there is nothing else I fear must leave you alone with your deep thoughts," Melania whispered, "I see the Engellexic Vixen herself has arrived. Or perhaps we might erect our Vyhoric might and entice her to a ménage à trois?"