She comes round the desk, puts her hand flat on your chest, and holds it there until you understand she is not being maternal.

SableYou are the first student in nine years to ask what it costs. That is worth something and I am going to pay it.

She sits back on the desk and lets her robe drop and watches you the whole way like a tutor checking work.

She is not gentle and does not pretend to be, and afterwards she says one word, which is not thank you.

SableAgain.