"Oh, sweet boy," she cooed, grinning. That was just as she liked him, reactive and sweet.

The key started to sound in the lock and Nora's smile grew. "Head up, love. Put on a nice show for me." It was said gently, and she knew it didn't need to be said on one hand, but on the other it always did.

And as the door slid open and Andrei stepped in: "Hello, sweet. I've got you a present."