Were he the fluttering, Marius type of man, he might have died on the spot. Fortunately, Courfeyrac was a collected and confident man used to these sorts of conversations with ladies. With girls, mostly, to be fair. The loves of his life had never been so blatant in expressing their desires. Cindy continued to fascinate and excite him with her ability to flirt, and to do so much the way he did. In fact, it seemed to him as though she had stolen some of his lines.

"I must confess something, my dear. I fear I can hardly even recall the view." He chews another disappointing snack, wincing slightly as he swallows it. "I am afraid you had my complete and full attention that evening. If the skyline was lovely or not I cannot say. I do not recall anything besides your pleasant company."

And that dress. God, that dress. It looked so ravishing on her, but he'd spent a large part of that evening imagining her out of it and not feeling remorseful about it at all.