Shortly, Togura, outraged, was thinking:
– Is that all?
'You were wonderful,' said Day, nuzzling against him.
She spoke with such ardour and conviction that he almost let him believe her. As she fondled his body with her hot little hands, soothing his ego with her voice, he heard an ominous sound of rupture and breakage at street level.
Who could it be?
Bluewater Draven? Guest Gulkan? No, surely not – both those worthies had left the day before, determined to get back to the Greater Teeth (Draven, it seemed, was going to try and blame his disappearance on Togura.)
'Tog!' said Day. 'Something's happening!'
'A small subsidance, dear,' said Togura, his voice soothing. 'Nothing to worry about.'
At that moment, the door downstairs burst open, and a huge slobbering voice roared out:
'Bring me my man! Slerma has come for her hero!'
Day squealed in alarm.
As Slerma began to bulk up the stairs – forcing the walls apart as she climbed – Togura slammed himself into his clothes, bundled Day into something warm, then led the way out of the window and onto the roof.
'Life,' muttered Togura, 'goes on.'
