He shrugged and smiled, revealing strong white teeth.
"Hardly, in this suit," he replied. "I'm glad to see you've decided to recognize me."
"I am," she said grimly. "Armed, I mean. This is not a cigarette lighter, but a very efficient and deadly heatgun. You're under arrest, Mr. Kensington, so I suppose you're having dinner with me whether you like it or not. Now, do you mind being a gentleman and lighting my cigarette, since this is not very good for the purpose?"
He looked at her face, then dropped his eyes to the lighter, still smiling.
"You'd better take my word for it," she advised. "I don't want to kill you, Mr. Kensington, but I won't hesitate. I'm an agent of the terrestrial government."
Dark shrugged again. He produced a lighter and leaned forward to light her cigarette, without a tremor.
The waiter returned with their drinks and an announcement.
"There's a telephone call for you from Mars City, Miss Cara Nome," he said.
Maya kept her eyes on Dark.
"Can you bring a telephone to the table?" she asked the waiter.