"Yes. See she was short with this tight gymnast's body and found me inherently untrustworthy, so I used a fake fascination with firearms to seduce her," I related. "It turns out we both received an education."
"Is that why you are here?" she tilted her head to examine me from an owl's angle. "Seduction?"
"Oh God no!" I swore. "This place scares the crap out of me. You are all professional man-killers and I just happen to be a man. Putting a gun in my hand doesn't make me feel safe. No place in this building is safe, but this section is especially lethal."
"Are you brave, or cowardly?" she mused.
"Those are words taken out of context of any given situation. If given an exit from a hopeless fight, I'm out of there. You come between me and someone I really care about, I'll rip out your ey
