His routine needed some polishing, but Lust seemed entertained by the attempt in any case. She smiled with a quiet shake of her head, and kept hold of his hand as she passed from the entrance into the gardens proper.

"Most likely. It's a holiday for lovers, and there are certainly several in the city. I imagine more than one of those couples made their way here."

Fresh plants lined the walkways with big glossy green leaves and oversized blooms of intense color, following a winding stream littered with an assortment of pastel petals. Lust took her time, her steps slow and languid. Beautiful as the gardens might be, her gaze was usually pulled toward other couples on different sections of the pathway, or Flynn himself. The jeweled glory of nature held little interest to her.