F-295-Lia: Secretariat Building, Private Dining Room
His unease hasn’t changed, but you need to have Lia’s level of skill at spotting such things to any hope of picking up on it.
He picks up his coffee, slowly finishes it before responding.
“Very well.”
He places his cup down.
“It’s one thing to talk a good game, no matter how artful the tongue. It’s another to rise to the the moment, when the heat is on, and you’re cheek to cheek on the mat.”
With her estimation of this unease, can she tell if he’s turned on? Is that what’s causing it? Or is it simply the nature of their discussion?
“Oh indeed. And when one rises, it is so satisfying to thrust into the unknown and be welcomed with warmth. I do believe in a slick opening move…”
She too, finishes her coffee. She is in no rush.