Oh you little horndog, Ariadne thought, biting her lip as she stepped out into the street. That's a spicy little question, she replied, falling into step around the back of a tour group. She could see him waiting, the little smile on his face tugging at her own, and tried to blend in as much as possible with the group so he wouldn't spot her approaching just yet. I think I'll let you quiver a little more in anticipation before I answer it.