No matter what they pretend, what game they play or fantasy they enact, Danny can never regard her the same way as some of the club's patrons do. Her corset comes off, her body twisting into the tease of her hands and fingers, and despite the cool assurance of his expression, his eyes burn with the intense, desiring love she'll always see there. He can never hide it. He'll never want to.

"No," he says after a moment, meeting her eyes and smiling slightly. "It's not. But that's not unusual for you either, is it?"