Doctor Kafka looked, if not embarrassed, extremely puzzled.<br/><br/>"Are you propositioning me?  That would seem to be most peculiar."<br/><br/>He glanced at Elizabeth.<br/><br/>"If I am not mistaken, she is...what is the expression?  Throwing herself in my general direction with carnal intent.  Does this not seem a little irregular to you?"<br/><br/><em>This, in his long experience, is something that only happens to  younger, better looking, and less intelligent men with shallow personalities and silly senses of humor.  He knows only too well that on any list of all the things that tend to drive young women mad with lust, he is somewhere toward the bottom.  And so, rather than expressing the wild enthusiasm one might expect, he is instead left wondering...which, alas, can be easily misunderstood as disinterest.</em><br/><br/>"One might as well ask the two of you to make out in my presence," he murmured.