Saira does not shiver at the warmth of Wilde's breath against her ear. Why would she shiver? Don't be absurd.

She is quiet for long moments, as is her wont when asked something of import. She doesn't look at Wilde, or indeed away from the decorations, but there is the chance that she is leaning toward him more than she was a few moments ago.

"Come with you," she says finally, in a tone like she is clarifying, "to...Egypt? Or to Lisbon? There was some ambiguity in your phrasing, Jonathan, and you know how I feel about ambiguity."