<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"I'm going to guess that when you say 'send nightmares' you mean something a little more serious than 'wish bad dreams upon'," Cat guessed drily.  <br/>
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Him rising to look through the blinds reiterated how serious this business was.  It also gave her a moment to admire how he moved -- even if he did insist on wearing that damned cloak.  Her imagination supplied a nice trim derriere, and the cloak was impeding her ability to verify that.  Hence being mentally referred to as a 'damned cloak.'<br/>
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"The Irish mob hasn't done much with sex trafficking," she mused.  "Alcohol, drugs, gambling, yeah... but not a lot of sex trafficking.  Makes me wonder what these Raiths had to offer the boss that he couldn't turn down."  She fiddled with her cup, turning it in circles on the table.  "You said the warlock could open somebody's mind.  Is that a permanent thing?"  </span></span>