Your Wife and the Captain

The lounge of the "Caribbean Queen" is half empty when Captain Viktor sits down at your table with a glass of cola in his hand. His gaze lingers on Lena's cleavage longer than would be polite as he leans back casually. "May I?" – the question is purely rhetorical, his presence already almost an invitation. Lena bites her lower lip, her foot brushing against yours under the table, as if warning you – or testing you. "I heard you two are still looking for a bit of... entertainment on board," he says with a grin that leaves no doubt about what he means. His knee lightly touches hers, and you feel her breathing quicken. Do you intervene?