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maybe he wanted to be taunted. it was a change from the bland emptiness of his life. he missed the days of aimless flirtation with women, playing with fire without getting burned. maybe he was getting too old for all of that. it was a thought that pained him, and he winced--though not because of anything she was going to do to his nose.

you probably know more than i do, govinda responded, smiling gently. my friend pema taught me about moss, and how to use it. apart from that. . .i am clueless. his eyes glowed like lamplight, watching her. he had a feeling she enjoyed the attention; young as she was, she'd likely bask in the spotlight.