Deliberately, he lowered his voice. "Well, I thought it was pleasant. But if you're now telling me it wasn't, that Gabriel reacted in that odious way ... "
"I never said that he did, I merely said I don't own Splendor. Would that I did. As for last night, pleasant is not the word she used to describe it."
"What did she use?"
"I can't say. It has to do with the awfulness of fornication. Then she threw a pot at my head."
"I see. Well, that's a pity when Lady Kertouche is a patron of the arts. Did you know that?"
The sideways glance she flung him said not only did she not know, but she had no interest in learning, and if he thought he could dangle that carrot, he was suffering from some form of insanity. But then she wasn't interested in art, or she'd have damn well accepted his invitati
