"She's not a kid," Straight past Stephen's question. "Or we wouldn't have this conversation."

Big words from a man wearing a washcloth. He doesn't make for the desk, not yet. Let eyes roll where they may of the distinction, but it matters: Everyone here is an adult. Young as she is, Tavane makes her own choices. If he thought otherwise —

(Breath in his ear. In, out. Ragged without lips to wet.)

"And I hope that isn't how she talked you into this."