[It wasn't as if it was pot, Chloe. Just a light aphrodisiac to enhance the mood, a calming, warm syrupy good feeling that was a mix of ecstasy and Spanish Fly, only in a smaller, actual dose that wouldn't do any harm or push one to do things one didn't want to. But the look on his face when she agreed was pure joy, his hand reaching for the rolled bits of paper and powdered herb to grab and move to tuck into his trouser pockets.]

Mm, one last question. Shall we grab what we can and head off for an evening romp, or would you like to stay for a little while and enjoy the show? Quietly...