No whore at such a reputable brothel could realistically be so easily flabbergasted by forwardness-- as a matter of simple mathematics. But the attempt was so good, so thoroughly convincing otherwise, that it made him smile.

"How neatly we've reversed roles. An exceptional performance. In a different setting, I'd even believe it."

He leaned a little, his slim-fingered hands curving around the backs of Saralegui's knees. It cost nothing of his strength to give them a small upward tug, nudging the other man off his feet and onto the edge of the bed. He pressed his own body between Sara's legs, and smoothed his hands with careful cunning up Sara's thighs.

His lashes lowered over his eyes, almost coyly. His voice was just a whisper.

"But you'll answer my questions."