The Flame of Provocation — "Win?" you repeated, the word sounding slow and sweet. — It's funny that you see this as a victory. Men like you often confuse a little courage with being in control of the situation. You slid your thumb gently over his wrist, where his pulse was visibly accelerated, belying that imperturbable posture. — You talk about fire, but you're here, safe, behind a cup of coffee. It's easy to be audacious behind closed doors with an audience around — you continued, your tone lowering even further, becoming almost a shared secret. — I want to know if this "impetuosity" of yours survives if I remove the audience from the scene. Or if you're just a master of first impressions who runs out of breath when the game really begins.