B-500: Zarg’s World, Downport, Restricted Environ, Prandial
“Yes.”
He doesn’t elaborate, but swirls his middle finger around the inner rim of his wine glass, capturing the last dregs before holding the finger to his lips and briefly dabbing those drops off with his tongue.
There is a tiny flash in her eyes before she gives him a wry twist of the lips.
“When I finish this glass…”
Still swirling.
“…I am going to walk out that door.”
Her eyes stray to the door they entered by before shifting back to him.