Raman gets up carefully. His head has cleared. He feels fine, vigorous and 
alert. He steps to the center of the room and lowers himself to one knee. 
Smiling seductively, Eliana runs her fingertips over his chest and around to the 
back of his neck, then lightly pulls him downward till his face is but a breath 
away from hers and that of the black cat, seated next to her cheek.