Sinthia waited for them to step out before she called Avi to her, ruffling his ears and petting him gently with soft-spoken words, a mix of Russian and German as she spoke to him while she poured them drinks. The glasses were easily balanced on a tray against her hip (her own drink was vodka with lime), though she merely watched from the doorway out as the men kissed.

It was a somewhat strange feeling, being attracted to them both, and in love with one, and yet watching them with an indescribable half-loneliness she couldn't quite pin down.