She could feel the heat from his chest mere centimetres away and smell the whiskey on his breath. She took in a deep breath, savouring his aroma. A musky scent all his own, mixed with parchment and smoke. Her heart pounded at his closeness and she felt the first flutter of yearning. Young, hot and obviously cultured, this was exactly what she wanted. She said a silent prayer to her new God, Pansy Parkinson, and thanked her for this blessing.