“Yes, but you usually aren’t …” He trailed off, his gaze resting upon the exposed flesh of my décolletage. “Well, I have to keep them covered or else you lose the power of speech,” I said blandly. He gave a start and dragged his gaze upwards, his mouth working furiously. “I do apologize,” he said in a hoarse voice. “But the soul is lost in pleasant smotherings.”
