Claudia retrieved the cold bottle from the fridge and set it beside the glass, gesturing for him to help himself. A very chewy red vintage, perfect for closing the door and letting the world pass right on by.

She dropped into a nearby chair, sprawled somewhat inelegantly thanks to three previous tumblers of Scotch. "Oh, I'm know there are. I've only had to memorize each and every one since I was five years old." A mulish look settled. "I simply have no intention of parading about as a 'live doll' with the intention of becoming the next Chareut broodmare, thank you."