Mr. Dolittle seemed very happy; to him, there was nothing that filled him with more joy than to master a new field of knowledge. In Mr. Dolittle's view, any undiscovered knowledge was an invaluable treasure, so it was naturally a pleasure to watch his wealth accumulating.
Therefore, the great scientist did not notice that Sheyan's mind was elsewhere. He only left enthusiastically after three rounds of drinks. After Mr. Dolittle left, Sheyan gulped down another glass of wine, then stared blankly into his right hand. His mind was playing back the memory of that evil grip, of the soul-stirring sensation and the astonishing elasticity. He also recalled the way that the always cold and aloof Zi lay feebly on top of him. The irrepressible moans which escaped from her nose excited Sheyan down to the core. He let his imagination run wild with a perverted look on his face.
