S.O.P. Cognac, cherry brandy and vanilla liqueur as I can see them on the bar. If you have the blood oranges, please request the kitchen to juice them... Would you like me to make you one?"Relieved by Erik's sudden mood change, the young man decided to encourage the older man's diversion."Erik's moods shift so rapidly I have never been able to keep up with them." Hmmm ... yes. A tall drink sounds good to me right now. I will check with the kitchen. How much juice do you need?" Oh, I believe. Sanjay always made me laugh.I thought nothing more of our conversation until a week later when he handed me a large carrier bag as we were leaving work. It was Friday and I was looking forward to my weekly visit to the Bengal Dynasty and I was in a hurry.“Mr Bill,” he called out waving a bag at me - Sanjay always called me Mr Bill.“Sunita cooked you a Biryani,” he said as he caught up with me. “It’s a chicken biryani. It just needs heating.”I was stunned. “Th-thank you very much,” I said.. Caerys flinched against the shackles as the knife spun through the air, falling to the floor somewhere beneath her feet, shuddering as the tears sprang back. She'd believed she was free, suddenly, years of dreams realised for the briefest of instants, and then she'd looked into his eyes and seen the same deep, abiding, callous evil that she'd known all her life. The body might be different, the style and the mind too, but the soul was the same: dark and empty and greedy.On the balcony, Gavin's. "It wouldn't look cool to walk back through the loungers sticking out like that, now would it?" And, she giggled again. "Blevin, I am not teasing you on purpose. I needed reassurance."We managed to get back to the room without undue embarrassment and then we had to decide about our dinner attire. I quickly scanned the "Guide for Guests" and found that it was considered good form for women to wear some flimsy cover over her breasts and a thong. A man should wear a thong or wrap-around to dinner..