Griffin’s narrow, crooked smile held a hint of derision. “You are a romantic, then.”

“No. Not at all. But I hold out hope that others might be.

“I'm not that squeamish, Mr. Stone.""Ethan," he said. "I'm naked. I'm in a tub. …”

“She hesitated. “I’m not sure I understand.”“Don’t you?” he asked. “You changed …”

“You can let your breath out," she said, moving around to the side of the tub. S…”

“Weakness begets evil”