The alley in which they stand is dirty, a place for the deposit of refuse, though compared to many of the dung-filled streets of Roman towns it's positively clean. Nevertheless, there's something fitting about these surroundings as he drags her closer, mouth opening against hers. Of all the things he should not want, this is the worst, and some treacherous part of him wants it more than anything.

He shoves her back against the concrete wall and slides a hand down to her hip, growling against her lips.