Phryne blinked and warm laughter spilled from her lips. The idea of Jack here, whether to receive a massage or to converse with her while she did... Her darling, straight-laced inspector. He would, if she asked him, she had no doubt, and she might have were they not already sleeping together, but now it seemed merely an unnecessary affliction.

"I meant Ignis, darling. You seem to be seeing a lot of him lately."