Alex smiled. His father worked with the Indian government, one job was giving British aid to catch the men who helped fuel the enemies of the state with their guns, bombs, drugs and diamonds; discreetly of course. The irony of having an arms dealer’s daughter in his bed was not lost on him. “An arms dealer, exciting, maybe you’ll have to teach me a few tricks” He felt her get comfortable in his arms and he smiled down to her “and hey, this place isn’t so bad, you’ll be out of here before u know it, and until then, make the most of it, don’t mope around like some of the students here.”<br/><br/>He looked up as if caught in some distant memory “I was born in New Delhi, British father, Indian mother. Just a politician” he stroked her head “nothing quite as glamorous as yours, quite a culture shock coming here, but I got used to it soon enough.  I’ve been in and out of boarding schools since I was a teen; family thought I should have the classical education, whatever that is”<br/><br/>“Hmm illicit trade, those rooms are all the way at the other end of the building” he gave her a sly smile, hoping he would have female company for the rest of the evening<br/>