Oh, yes. Eli had no doubt that she could be most accommodating. And that she would be quite talented. She had a sweet little body buried beneath those voluminous skirts, that tight-laced corset. The swell of creamy breasts above the low neckline of her bodice was very, very pretty sight.
Delicate pink color chased across her cheeks, there and gone so quickly he would've missed it had he not been watching her. He had her, definitely. He was in no hurry to make his claim, however; he was a very patient man. The right time would come along when it did, and at any rate, anticipation held a particular pleasure of its own.
He watched her slip the coin into her glove, and the corner of his mouth tipped up. He turned his attention back to the wisps of clouds feathering across the turquoise sky, the wheeling arcs of birds in flight.
"We'll be in space a long time," he said. "A mind gets bored with reading or vids or idle chatter after a while. I'd be glad to teach you what I know. I have a feeling you've quite the clever mind behind those pretty blue eyes, Miss Cardiff."
It was a claim he could back up; for a sting, he'd spent a few months living the life he now wore as camouflage. He'd found playing with numbers interesting, and in the end, very profitable. Though not interesting enough or profitable enough for him to walk a straighter path than he did now.