“Listen,” I said, crawling beside Diana and nonchalantly fiddling with the button atop her jeans. She fell back onto the bed, readily exposing the brass nub to my awkward manipulations. I worked the metal piece through the thick denim crevice, unleashing the waist of Diana’s jeans. “Do you hear that?” I said, cocking my head.

Lord Malinov, Flowers of Malinov