"Lazy parry," Sina countered, smiling wryly. She was pleased to have Oz's hand on her breast, as it meant they really were in for avoiding the rest of the household longer — and because she wanted to have sex, what was the point of lying around with her husband if they were not going to have sex about it sooner or later?

"If it was someone from the Ministry — not Whitledge, obviously — I would have spent all morning extolling the virtues of the establishment," Sina said. She rested a hand on Oz's thigh, and began tracing slow, lazy circles on his skin with one finger. "And perhaps something about how they must have leaked reports from the patent office to Ministry staff, and no one would trust the government with someone who once got stuck inside a weather-adaptable coat."

Her hand drifted to the inside of his thigh, teasing.