“Just how much cooperation is supposed to he ordered here?” Simon asked. “Byron left it a little vague.”
She looked at him.
“It doesn’t sound like Byron, to leave anything to your imagination.”
“Maybe my imagination is a little slow.”
“Are you kidding me, or where have you been all your life?”
“I haven’t been getting an Ufferlitz-Hollywood build-up all my life.”
Her eyes were curious.
“We’re going to Ciro’s together; in this town, that automatically means a budding romance. If we leer at each other and hold hands a bit, they’ll just about have us in bed together. We don’t actually have to go to bed before witnesses, because you can’t print that anyway. Disappointed?”
“Not a bit,” said the Saint. “It’s much more fun without witnesses.”
“For Christ’s sake,” she said pleasantly. “You didn’t have to be here long to learn the routines, though.”