<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">Cat reached across and caught his hand.  "Mutual claiming," she said lightly, running her thumb over his palm.  "I can roll with that.  Just don't let the sex vampires whammy me into fucking somebody else, okay?"  She said it carelessly, as though it wasn't a serious worry -- but her eyes said otherwise.<br/>
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She pulled over in a rest stop and put the SUV in park.  "Best change here.  Your FBI duds are lovely, but you need to be the supreme sorcerer or whatever you call it."  She quirked a smile.  "Supreme Mugwump, maybe?"</span></span>