The woman moves quickly, faster than he expects, once he joins her on the bed. She touches his face, gently, soothingly, brushing the tips of her fingers through his hair, and he likes the feeling. But somewhere a warning calls out to him, his police instincts perhaps, for signs of danger, and he knows he should get up now. That this situation isn't right, but he is mesmerized by the blue of the woman's eyes. They are so different from anything he's seen, almost alien like, bright blue, rimmed in black, and he can't help being drawn further into her touch.

"Are you--?" He begins to asks, but he does as she says, leaning against the cushion. He needs to get up, he thinks again, as she moves on top of him. "Uh---"