"Miss Nadine. May I have this dance?"
It was a waltz. Around them, the stiff British gentry moved to the music. Hand in hand, they moved.
"Your attack on that bio-titan was a thing of beauty," he whispered.
"Still trying to seed my genebanks?" she whispered back.
"Always."
"Miss Nadine. May I have this dance?"
It was a waltz. Around them, the stiff British gentry moved to the music. Hand in hand, they moved.
"Your attack on that bio-titan was a thing of beauty," he whispered.
"Still trying to seed my genebanks?" she whispered back.
"Always."