„I give up.”
Gabriel, wearing one of Uncle Chester's charcoal suits, advances toward me.
„You give up? You give up your foolish resistance to my undeniable charms? I knew you'd cave eventually. They always do.”
I stick out my tongue at his mirrored reflection. Holding up my collection of hairpins, I say, „I give up on my hair, idiot.”
„So we can't add to us by having a double us. Apparently, that would be very, very bad.”
„I don't know,” Gabriel says contemplatively. „Two of you? Could be kind of kinky.”
„Please!” I stop my pacing, glare at him. „Is that all you can think about at a time like this?”
Gabriel rolls up on one elbow and smiles at me. „I'm a guy. It's what I think about all the time. But uh … some thoughts I should just keep to myself, right?”