"Everything looks good on you," Sinthia replied, twisting her hair up off her neck. "And it looks better off you, on the floor," she teased. She knew he was wearing a turtleneck to conceal the hickey she'd given him (by accident, but still) at the base of his throat.

She helped Illya out of her somewhat low-set car, and locked it with the remote key, happy to be out and about with her boyfriend, to have some of that worry eased. "So, Italian fashion. Are you going to give me a primer before we dive into this exhibit?" she asked.