"The dialect bothers me."
"Not dialect, Lennox." Her speech became more clipped and more English. "It's called an accent, darling. I have most unfortunately acquired a dreadful American accent. Mummy and Daddy will be terribly amused when I come home from the States." She dropped the English. "We'll pickle it."
She made another pair of drinks.
"Jesus, Kay!" Lennox protested. She finished both, came to him and sat on his lap. Lennox was startled when he noticed her eyes were terrified. She was desperate.
"Make a pass, Lennox," she said.
"Are you putting me on?"
"No. You're putting me off."
She got up. Lennox caught her wrist and pulled her down alongside him.
"Do you know why I'm here?" he asked.
"I don't give a bloody bug why you're here."