Javik simply hummed in response to her first question, head lifting only slightly when she laid her hand on him. Touch, even when intimate, always put him on edge at first. It was a byproduct of being born and raised in war, but given time and alcohol he'd relax.

Luckily for Vanessa, she'd given him both.

He leaned back to accommodate her, hands moving the armrests rather than her. "That depends entirely upon your performance."