We Should Have Taken Our Chances Back

One Corner Of His Mouth Crooked Up, Then The Quirk Vanished In A Thoughtful Pursing Of His Lips. "he's Bisexual, You Know." He Took A Delicate Sip Of His Wine. "was Bisexual," She Corrected Absently, Looking Fondly Across The Room. "now He's Monogamous." Vordarian Choked, Sputtering.

They Stared At Her Curiously, And She Caught Snatches Of Conversation In Two Or Three Languages. It Wasn't Hard To Guess Their Content, And She Smiled A Bit Primly. Youth, It Appeared, Was Full Of Illusions As To How Much Sexual Energy Two People Might Have To Spare While Hiking Forty Or So Kilometers A Day, Concussed, Stunned, Diseased, On Poor Food And Little Sleep, Alternating Caring For A Wounded Man With Avoiding Becoming Dinner For Every Carnivore Within Range - And With A Coup To Plan For The End.

When You Choose An Action, You Choose The Consequences Of That Action. When You Desire A Consequence You Had Damned Well Better Take The Action That Would Create It.

Mia Maz Glanced Aside In Concern At His Muffled Snort. "are You All Right?" "yes. Sorry," He Whispered. "i'm Just Having An Attack Of Limericks." Her Eyes Widened, And She Bit Her Lip; Only Her Deepening Dimple Betrayed Her. "shhh," She Said, With Feeling.

You Try To Give Away What You Want Yourself.