<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"Would you rather a motel or something?"  She wasn't sure the protocol here.  "I meant it when I offered, Gabe -- if a roll in the hay helps, I'm not... it's not like it's a sacrifice.  I'm a little hot under the collar from watching you pull rank on the sex kitten, too."  She smoothed her thumb over his knuckles, but didn't push.  There would be both coffee and motels between here and the harbor district -- he had time to choose.  <br/>
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"I'm guessing that a plan to deal with fear vamps is different than sex vamps."  She tapped idly on the steering wheel.  "Do they feed off hidden fear too?  What I mean is -- if I walk into a room full of bravado and it's all bluff, will they still feed off it?"</span></span>