The juxtaposition of the unpleasant conversation he'd just had with the police dispatcher, the embarrassment of having a beautiful almost-stranger strip down in front of him, and the touch of that same stranger's lips on his ear... it was wholly disconcerting. Christian turned around and gave Enigma a perplexed look.
A few minutes ago, she'd been clinging to his arm in fear. Now.... He couldn't find a shred of it on her. He was glad for that, of course, but it was so, so strange...
"Of course," he said. "I don't think my boss would like it if I gave away free alcohol, but I think that soda would be all right. ANd we have water, too. It might be nice for you to wash off your skin a little, too. We have a few sinks that might do the trick... if you want."