[ And she kisses better than he recalls, too. What marvels cryogenic stasis does for certain people's character. He's utterly in awe. Just enough so, in fact, to bear through it smugly, nose wrinkling the littlest bit as he catches her close scent.

Soap fats, flower oils. Underneath them, ash. ]

By the standard and say of an interested party. Must I preach you relativism now? It's a long talk. You haven't the patience for it.

[ Cat-like, he rolls away, introducing distance to help with gaining a sight of her. ]

You're pretty. Does whoring for him bring that in you, or is it mere chance?