For the other, Tarrette's interests have gotten a little.For the other, Tarrette's interests have gotten a little... Let's just say I don't like what she does in bed sometimes. "Hello," I said slowly, trying to hide, somewhat, my feelings of distaste. I wondered if those feelings were directed at her, or just at what she did. At the moment, not even I could tell. "Hello, Ken," she replied. "Can I sit down?" "Feel free," I said. She sat down on the floor across the table from me and watched me as I tried, unsuccessfully, to draw P'nyssa leaning against a wall. After a few minutes of pause I said, "Well, can I ask what you're here for?" "I need to ask you for a favor." I looked up from my sketchbook. "Under what guise?" "Excuse me?" "Are you asking me for this favor because I'm a friend, as P'nyssa's coimelin, or as Vatare'?" "You want to know if this is an official visit?" "Something like that. |