[He keeps catching her by surprise, familiar-unfamiliar, the strange roundness of his ears, the gratifying cut of his shoulders, the odd geometric shape of his teeth in glimpses as he talks. It's off-putting and intriguing at once. She wants that scandalously coarse heat on her skin, and no one else here is any less strange. She nips hard along his jaw, grabbing one of his wrists with her right hand, careless with her claws, and drags his hand over her coat to the clasps hidden under the seam of the scorpio sign emblazoned over her breasts.]

Get them open.