"We can't figure something out?" Keman repeated, eyebrow raised. He was no expert in matters of the heart, but that almost sounded like an extremely awkward pick up. He snickered. "Sorry, Valyn, I don't think you're my type."

The dragon was still laughing lightly as he opened the door, and he wasn't sure if he actually found the idea of Valyn potentially trying to seduce him funny or if he was just doing it out of nerves. The virgin-eating monsters didn't frighten him half as much as what potentially lay beyond the Institute's walls.

[going here (http://community.livejournal.com/damned/631176.html?thread=53832584#t53832584).]