"What the hell was that?" She demanded fiercely, striding across the room in pursuit. Her negligee was torn, and hung loose about her stomach. She pulled it off impatiently, uncaring that she was totally naked. He turned, slowly, his back ramrod straight. He seemed to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders. "Sex, Miranda. That was sex." He sounded bored. As though he were explaining a simple concept to a child. "You can't just.... I mean.....