But Langdon did nothing. He remained the perfect gentleman.
When all the food was eaten, Langdon retired to the edge of his bed where he sat alone, turning the Illuminati Diamond over and over in his hands, making repeated comments about the miracle of its symmetry. Vittoria stared at him, her confusion growing to an obvious frustration.
"You find that ambigram terribly interesting, don’t you?" she demanded.
Langdon nodded. "Mesmerizing."
"Would you say it’s the most interesting thing in this room?"
Langdon scratched his head, making a show of pondering it. "Well, there is
She smiled and took a step toward him. "That being?"
"How you disproved that Einstein theory using tuna fish."
Vittoria threw up her hands. "
Langdon grinned. "Maybe for your
Vittoria was steaming now, but the first faint hints of an exasperated smile appeared on her lips. "For your information, professor, my next experiment will make scientific history. I plan to prove neutrinos have mass."
"Neutrinos have
With one fluid motion, she was on him, pinning him down. "I hope you believe in life after death, Robert Langdon." Vittoria was laughing as she straddled him, her hands holding him down, her eyes ablaze with a mischievous fire.
"Actually," he choked, laughing harder now, "I’ve always had trouble picturing anything beyond this world."
"Really? So you’ve never had a religious experience? A perfect moment of glorious rapture?"
Langdon shook his head. "No, and I seriously doubt I’m the kind of man who could ever
Vittoria slipped off her robe. "You’ve never been to bed with a yoga master, have you?"