Tyki slipped his arm around her waist and rested his fingers on her hip. She was young, but not too young to enjoy a bit of a snuggle, at least. And she was far less chaste than Kasumi, he was willing to bet.

"Oh, I think so," he purred, and flicked his fingers at the boatman, gesturing for him to get on with it. The man cleared his throat and began to sing in Italian.