“Who are you? What kind of den did you crawl out of with those quirks?” she stepped closer to me, and her chest—under a simple loose T-shirt—swayed slightly. I swallowed, fighting an instant dryness in my throat. “I’m asking you! Who gave you the right to intrude…” “Beer,” I finally blurted out, unable to stop myself from grinning like an idiot. “Your eyes are beautiful, honey. And they’re way above the spot you’re currently staring at—so that way I can quite reasonably consider it sexual harassment! Move along then!” The beauty narrowed her eyes cruelly and pointed me in the direction, and her own pupils widened; on her neck, a thin bluish vein swelled and started pulsing. “That’s where I’ll kiss you first, yes, baby? It will be done, ma’am.”