"I was starting to wonder if I'd offended you," he agrees, turning to a new page in the drawing pad. Fever makes a fine figure lounging across the over-stuffed armchair in the corner; with a few deft movements Pyotr sketches out the line made by her spine and extended leg, and then begins to outline the shape of her torso and hips around it. "But you don't look like a woman in search of redress. Actually..."

He peers at her curiously over the pad. "You seem...happier? Did something good happen?"