<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"Blood?"</span>Ianthe gave him a quirk-browed look.<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"What's she do with it? She's not going to use it to build a clone army or anything, is she?"</span>She was only half-teasing; among the many, many things she'd learned from the Program, some people considered genetic samples from the psionically-gifted to be rare treasures. Still, she was starved -- for both food and companionship -- and she wasn't about to demand Cat turn around now.<span style="color: mediumturquoise">"I suppose I'll just have to rely on big strong you to protect me."</span><br/><br/>His more-controlled desire for her was actually a relief, especially out here in the middle of the desert where she wasn't constantly mentally bombarded with Greys' fantasies involving her. And while she<i>did</i>need to get back to Horizon, his attentions weren't entirely unwelcome. She'd get a message on her wrist-comp about any job offers, and so resolved to just see where the evening led.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>