"I'll look forward to it," Andras said. She turned away from him then, and he couldn't help staring a little. The back of her was somehow less aggressive, less feral, possibly because she was less aware of it. It was elegant instead; a beautiful female shape, helped by a corset and an impossibly tight suit. Somehow Andras was reminded of a lesson in anatomy, a drawing he had once seen that had a woman's back opened up, displaying skin and muscles as though they were wings. He didn't know why; she just had a beautiful back.

"Shall we start?"