"Ah, cherie, you shouldn't ask such open ended questions," Hyacinthe asked. "Because I am so tempted to say everywhere."

He looked at her again, eyes skimming up and down her body again, and then looked around for something that would suit his purposes.

There. Her desk chair. It had a back but no arms. Perfect.

"I want you to go fetch me that chair, Xanthippe," he said, voice easy but with the lightest hint of authority in it. "And I want you to bring it over here and set it down in front of me."