Natalia rolled her eyes; what a typical mongrel answer. But she supposed for someone who'd been celibate as long as he had - if he had been, or had there been Siberian farmgirls he'd rutted with out in those rickety barns? - any sex was better than none at all. Although "round two" was more than a little optimistic, wasn't it? He was taking a helluva lot for granted, this mutt.

She sat up slowly, perched lithely on his powerful torso, and shook back her damp curls, running fingers through the long red tresses. She really needed to get in bed and sleep, unless she wanted to be absolutely useless for work tonight.

So there was a modicum of weariness in her voice when she said, "...and what is that, dare I ask?"