Mirza watched her - even watching the movement of her throat as she drank her water. What? If you really thought about it, anything could be dirty. Even that. Ooooh, especially that. "I love feathers... They feel great in just the right places," yes, he did mean like that. You know you were thinking it. Although he had no idea how they had gotten there. "Why do you ask?" he questioned, arching an eyebrow before taking a dainty sip of his water.