Stavros muttered something in his native language, willing his erection to disappear. He'd seen a naked woman before, but not a naked woman with a tail. And how in God's name had he gotten outside when he'd gone peacefully to sleep in his bed the night before?
He tried to roll away from her, but the cord tied around his ankle held him fast. The Russian scowled at it, but he was a little afraid to touch it to try and tug free. What if it was like one of those ankle bracelets you wore while you were on probation?
"Stavros," he said in English, then rubbed at the back of his neck before dragging his fingers through his hair, making it stand straight up. "Why do you have tail?"