"If something interested me, perhaps. But it doesn't. This salmon now, this pork tart?" Not to mention the door. Remember?

"Very well. Then I'll just have to come to-"

The log cracked open in the fire. Dear God, never mind hearing his words, she didn't want him over here, parading about naked whatever his body was really like. She hadn't exactly seen all of it yet. Been possessed by it maybe. But that was--all wasn't the word to use. Not given the sudden electric ...