"Not her," says Susan. Liu Mingyan had truly just been a simple, delightful single liaison - though later, perhaps, Susan will suggest a similar tryst to Lancelot (her in her nylons and their garter belt and nothing else; him snapping the belt's suspenders). She pauses, glancing at him when he touches her face, catching the pad of his finger in a quick, nipping kiss. "Do you know Janet?"