As James settles Elizabeth down and chats with Abby, Edward makes some drinks.<br/><br/><em>James is an impressive man: connections, money, a business, but also an academic </em>he thinks to himself.<br/><br/>"James: you like your whisky... Islay malt - straight or with ice?  Girls?  I do have white wine but don't want to be sexist...  shall I call out for some sushi?"<br/><br/>Edward's i-pod shuffles on, playing some Belle and Sebastian.  He looks over at Elizabeth, her beautiful figure lying on the couch and remembers the firm warm touch of her breast and the fire of her lips.