Adam sits up, knees bent, resting his forearms at them as he looks up at her. He leans his head this way, then that way, pretending to mull over her question.
"For tonight, yes," he settles on. "But perhaps in a few months' time they'll have forgotten just which lady flung herself at the barrier on opening night, and you could have another go."
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"For tonight, yes," he settles on. "But perhaps in a few months' time they'll have forgotten just which lady flung herself at the barrier on opening night, and you could have another go."
...Adam.