"I will. It isn't complimentary to you, is it?"
"I wouldn't worry about that."
"All right. But I still think I'm fostering trouble for both of you."
"By coming out with me tonight? Lane asked—but he was late. He can't object to my making plans first, can he?"
"He admitted that he had only himself to blame."
"Then?"
"But I can't help thinking that I'm the cause—"
"Look, Pat. Analyze us. Cliff is Venusite. His family went to Venus about six hundred years ago—probably on the same ship that mine left for Mars on at about the same time. Lane's impetuous and slightly wildman. I'm more inclined to calculate. Dance?"
"Yes—that was a quick change of subject, Stell. How do you do it?"
"The music just started—and my basic idea in coming here was to dance with you."