Oh, and how was he supposed to answer that? "Why yes, there is something wrong, you're making me incredibly uncomfortable and I want you to go away so I can try not to spontaneously combust?" Actually, that wasn't a bad idea, but when he opened his mouth to say it, all that came out was "No, nothing's wrong," in a far too mild tone.

While ZEX was giggling to himself, the knot of nerves in the pit of Zelnick's stomach just keep winding itself tighter, and the way he was speaking... it was obvious that he wasn't talking about politics. Where, Zelnick wondered, does the line between flirting and seduction lie? The instant the thought registered on the rest of his mind, he felt that spontaneous combustion starting, and sunk even more deeply into his chair, edging away again.