Jonathan laughed, "For a Zarathzan you catch on pretty quickly."
"I'm a scientist," she retorted.
Nestled in his arms, with her hair flooding his chest and shoulder, Adatha Za said, "I wish—I wish that you and I could go back to Zarathza together, Jonathan Morgan. In my villa beside the Jaralayan Sea I would love to study this kiss-weapon of yours. It is such a nice weapon, even though it does frighten me a little."
She gasped suddenly and tried to sit up, but Jonathan's long arms held her.
"Now what's eating you?" he wanted to know.
"That kiss—how many times have you experimented with that weapon on Earth?"
Jonathan chuckled, "Next thing you'll be telling me I do it like an expert!"
Head to one side, Adatha Za surveyed him. At last she nodded pertly, laughing a little.
"Yes, I think you do. And no one ever became perfect without practice!"
"Don't forget. Shar Bytu made me a perfectionist."