"Why?" she asked.
"I liked it. I merely wondered, if you'd worked it on other men, what there was about you that kept you single."
"They all died after the first application," she said. "They couldn't take it."
"Let me outta here! I get the implication. I am the first bird that hasn't died, hey?" He yawned luxuriously.
"Company or the hour?" asked Arden.
"Can't be either," he said. "Come on, let's break a bottle of beer open. I'm dry!"
"I've got a slight headache," she told him, "From what, I can't imagine."
"I haven't a headache, but I'm sort of logy."
"What have you been doing?" asked Arden. "Haven't seen you for a couple of days."
"Nothing worth mentioning. Had an idea a couple of days ago and went to work on it."