"Thou hast just admitted thou fancies all the women that float your way, yet thou waxes about not finding one who is after thee like Forestfire is for Whirlwind. But thou limits thyself on physical attraction alone?" Handy asked, actually leaning up off the table with a card stuck to his cheek which promptly fell off and floated to the floor, lonely and forgotten, and he took a drink. "Is it not a tad shallow?"