"Gregg, look at me!"
I gazed into her eyes. There was passion there; and her voice was suddenly intense.
"Gregg, I told you once a Martian girl goes after what she wants. It is you I want—"
Not for me to play like a cad upon a woman's emotions! "Moa, you flatter me."
"I love you." She held me off, gazing at me. "Gregg—"
I must have smiled. And abruptly she released me.
"So you think it amusing?"
"No. But on Earth—"
"We are not on the Earth. Nor am I of the Earth!" She was gauging me keenly. No note of pleading was in her voice; a stern authority; and the passion was swinging to anger.
"I am like my brother: I do not understand you, Gregg Haljan. Perhaps you think you are clever? It seems stupidity, the fatuousness of man!"