Overhead, he heard the boutmaster call, “Match to Captain Matelon.” But he scarcely noticed. Gray squirmed under him, trying to flip him off her, and to his mortification his traitorous body reacted to this with great and obvious enthusiasm. Captain Gray noticed, of course. She didn’t pretend not to, like any southern lady would do. She didn’t seem embarrassed at all. Instead, she lifted her head so her breath warmed his ear, and said, “Sword in your pocket, Captain?”
