She looks away, focusing on the deep blue of Jean-Claude's comforter. Anita knows, beneath the comforter that is an exact match to Jean-Claude's eyes, are sheets that match Asher's husky-blue eyes, icy and pale.

"Can we really move at my pace? Will you both be patient enough to work with me and not push too much?"

Anita knows pushing will happen, because without the push, she'd always stay right where she is, but a little pushes. Not huge, boundary-bashing pushes.