But I Am Free
She leaned back. He leaned forward. Kahlil placed his hands on the counter on either side of Raya Krayt. The smug grin he had was replaced by a more curious expression. "I'm not thinking about lunch anymore." He was much closer than he had been, his face mere inches from hers. He wasn't playing that game. He knew exactly what he wanted now, and it wasn't the booze speaking. "What do you think?"
