““Dominika put her face close to his, brushed her lips against his. “Will my tyuremshchik, how do you say this, let me go out, perhaps take me to dinner? I’m hungry.” She shifted her arms and slid her hands down Nate’s back. “I’m not your jailer,” said Nate. “And get your hands off my pistol.” Dominika stepped back, smiling. “You are so clever Mr. Neyt, even though you are sexually ambiguous. Now will you take me to eat?””
