It was obvious enough to Barret what she implied, and he wasn't sure whether to be stunned or satisfied. The voice that screamed of maleness was estatic at the prospect while the quiet rational voice scolded him that this game was pointless and should be avoided at all costs, that it was liable to bring nothing but a headache and possibly pain in both degrees.

Barret told the latter voice to shut the fuck up.

"Am I lookin' at this skilled and maybe willing playmate, or should I keep lookin'?"