He shuts the door carefully, and turns the key in the lock. It makes a resounding click, which sounds louder in the quiet of the room.

He can feel the nerves off her. It only adds to the tension, and not in a bad way as far as he's concerned. He still doesn't speak, just walks around the room, lighting the candles so they can see what they're doing, and pulling the curtains shut. So it's just them, with the world locked out and hopefully out of her mind.

That done, stubs his cigar out in the ashtray on the dresser, and turns to face her, his thumbs hooked in his belt.




'You want another drink?'