Raman looks back at Sarabande, careful to conceal his interest. Willing 
females are never difficult to obtain. They appear to him along the shoulders of 
rural highways. They approach him in bars. They are offered to him as 
incentives. He could probably have a different one every night, maybe two or 
three, if he felt so inclined. He has even gotten the impression from time to 
time that Sarabande herself might surrender to him were he to show a definite 
interest. But perhaps that is only her witchiness, mere trickery; perhaps not. 
With a female like Sarabande it is hard to be sure. Sometimes her mouth speaks 
one way while her body speaks another.