Didn't need tea? What have the Canadians done to her? He would have asked that very question except the face she was making stopped him from saying anything less than serious.
He picked up his lighter on the way in, and they moved through the main living room area and headed back outside again, onto the porch where it was cooler.
He normally sat on the table - there was an ashtray that would have been conveniently positioned right next to where he sat - but this time he pulled out a chair for Lya and another for himself. Old habits die hard, and he didn't sit down until she did.
After tossing the lighter and the cigarette onto the table, he devoted his full attention to her.
"I still can't believe you're here," he said as he ran a hand through his hair. There were lines next to his eyes when he smiled.