The lips smiled wryly.
"It looks that way."
"Ah ... Yes, of course. But, I mean ... under social or professional circumstances?"
"You're the odd little man who gave me those card tests in San Diego last winter."
Lucifer Brill digested this information in dignified silence. He considered the woman gravely, then took the white sheet and covered her up to her chin.
She gasped again.
"There are certain proprieties," he reminded her severely.
He considered her again, trying to place her face and its personality among the thousands of people he had psi-tested. It was what he would term a Type III face, although he had never been able to establish any defineable connection between bone structure and psi positive characteristics. This was a strong face on the pillow beside him. Strong and at the same time possessed of certain female qualities, principally in the fullness of the rather large lips and in the throat lines. The cheek bones were fairly high. The skin texture indicated a chronological age of about thirty.
Having thus appraised and catalogued the woman, Lucifer asked, "May I have the privilege of making your acquaintance?"
"Wh ... what?"