"Well," I said suddenly, "how about seduction?" "He's not my type," Beau said dryly."Well," I said suddenly, "how about seduction?" "He's not my type," Beau said dryly. "I wasn't talking about you, fangs." "You really do have a yen for that beefy bastard, don't you? Well, forget it. He'd be happy to screw you, but then you'd wake up in the morning to find him impaling you with something that would leave splinters." I shuddered. "You've got a way with charming imagery, you know that? Anyway, I'll bet I could mellow him out a little-- especially if I used psi." "Yeaaaah," he said slowly, studying me with calculation, "you probably could, at that." Beau considered the idea a moment, then reluctantly shook his head. "No, it'd never work. You'd have to put the bite on him to make a psilink, and he's too paranoid to let you get close enough for that. I'm going to have to do this the hard way..." "Whoops. Here he comes," I said, watching Decker start toward us. |