The Companion peered over her shoulder, her dark eyes wide as she gave the black worn man a soft, neutral look.  Her legs, their slightly paler color telling of the silk stockings she wore, turned toward him first as her stool rotated slowly toward him.  One hand rested limply on her exposed knee while the other balanced the parasol on her bare shoulder.<br/><br/>Though her look was soft as a perfumed pillow, Kiew's voice was deep, rich as chai tea with cream.  "Do you know where I am going?" she replied.