Khalida waves her hand dismissively. “Oh nothing.”

Asa puts her hand on Khalida’s mouth, and when Khalida licks her palm, she wipes her hand on the counter. “Cheap shot. I’m impressed. Oh right, Levi. Go with Khalida to get wine from the cellar.” When she finishes talking, she kisses Vic. 

Sorcha sighs, and the man raises an eyebrow and crosses his arms. “And if I don’t?”