"So you've moved past torture?" Kymopoleia said, and her tone was almost teasing. It was certainly the closest she'd ever gotten to joking with him, especially about the past. "Hold that thought," she added, "I gotta get me a drink."
She slipped out from her chair and went to the bar, leaning on it as she waited for the bartender to bring her beer. Then she walked back and sat down again. "Where were we?"