She found herself immediately liking him, the way he seemed to say everything in a singson, his unapologetic fabulousness.

Admire me, be attracted to me... That set something off though and she remembered. Dark fingers in her mind, slicing with a surgeon's skill. How much of what she'd thought and felt had been real then? Down that way lay difficulties Descartes had never dreamed of. She was somewhere else for that moment...