Cornith took another drink and returned the flask. He felt better now. The Martian Vinth had both a soothing and exhilarating effect. The things that had seemed so stupid a moment before now seemed reasonable.
"All right," he said. "If you do all of those things, you qualify. Let's have a specimen lie to see how good you are."
"I hate you!"
"Now wait! Don't fly off the handle."
"But darling! I was merely giving you a sample lie."
"You mean, you love me?"
"No."
"Then why do you want to marry me?"
"I don't."
"Oh! I see. You're lying."