"They keep passing through. I lose count." She opened a window, then closed the drapes with a savage flick. She blew dust off pewter tankards and opened and slammed drawers. "I've been asked for plenty in my life but they never called it trouble." She shuffled a deck of cards once. "They've had it but never asked for it."
"I'm not asking, Kay."
"No? You're here, aren't you?" She cupped his chin in her hand, smiled contemptuously, then slapped him. "We'll pickle it."
She went to the bar. "Christ, it's bloody hot. D'you want ice?"
"No thanks."
"There isn't any anyway." She pulled irritably at the dressing gown until it opened, displaying a black bra and black panties. She fretted around the room, the green gown trailing behind her.
"Are you English?" Lennox asked.
"Are you starting something?"
"I want to know."
"I'm English. Now you know."