<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"Jersey," Cat said flatly.  "Of course they do.  Jesus, don't tell me they're also douchebag sex vampires.  I don't think I can handle that."<br/>
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She drove in silence for a moment.  "Yeah, you can change -- I know of a couple rest stops.  Do I find something to change into?"  She glanced at the back of her SUV, that had various go-bags.  "I might have a little black dress or something, if you'd rather I don't look like a fed."  <br/>
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At his suggestion of a sexual whammy, Cat raised an eyebrow.  "You think it can compare to after-battle lust for a certain handsome wizard?  Because while I wouldn't mind you pinning me to a wall, I kinda don't want to be tempted by anybody else."</span></span>