<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">She wished she could echo the sentiment -- but Cat was called 'pretty' along with several less polite variations of the word with regularity.  Comments about her appearance were now met with open skepticism, almost always.  If he wanted to genuinely flatter her, it would be a compliment to her ability as an investigator, or her mediocre jazz guitar skill... not her appearance.<br/>
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"I'll make you a deal," Cat said drily.  "I won't ask about your sources, if you don't ask about mine."  She didn't want to rat out the few trustworthy NYPD officers -- and she double did not want to expose her confidential informants.  It was difficult enough to find someone willing to talk to the FBI... if word got out that she'd given those names to a so-called wizard, she'd never get another CI in her career.  If she still had a career after this case.</span></span>