"Allowed to do what, exactly?" Felicity asked. From her seat on the crate she could see Ivan trying to get the little knot in the fitting room curtain to come undone. He had a lion's claws and a perfectly good knife. He was using the very tips of two fingers because he didn't want to wake up her daughter.
"Know when somebody wants something from you, and still be kind to him," Damien said. "You've been looking at that man like you were going to have to send him away the minute you caught him looking back."
"I've had men take a smile to mean I'd given them permission to do whatever they wanted. One of them offered me bread, if I remember right. It was a damn good bit of bread. I wish I could think about him without trying to figure out which mouthful I should've refused."
