<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"You're assuming I'd want to keep you out," Cat shot back.  "Or think that something as pitiful as my apartment door could keep you out."  She waved her hand in the direction of the destroyed cafe door -- and the dead bodies.  "Aren't you afraid I'll seduce you with my wild woman ways, if you come up to see my etchings?"  She snorted.  "I think you're bluffing, Mister Wizard -- I think you're too tired for wards, but you're trying to couch it in terms of my own comfort.  You wouldn't leave a poor little thing lime me unprotected, would you?"</span></span>