“I should stop,” Kit said. “You should fuck me,” Percy countered. “You can, you know.” There was something about Percy’s tone on those last words—prim, matter-of-fact—that made Kit feel slightly hysterical. He started to laugh. “Oh, delightful,” Percy said. “Precisely what a man wants to hear in the middle of a tryst.” He shoved Kit half-heartedly with one palm. “I can, can I?” Kit asked. “Christ. Everyone who’s spent more than a quarter of an hour at the coffeehouse over the past month knows I can. My God, you are a lot of things, but subtle isn’t one of them.”
