"Her what?"
"Sorry. I forgot you're not the poetic type. She doesn't think of you as her dream man, but she does think of you as being everything she wants in a man. You'll let her come to the laboratory, won't you?"
"No."
"But she does at least want to see you. Do you know you are the only man out of thousands who exactly meets her requirements? Even to those crinkles in your forehead when you frown. And even to being stubborn about things."
"I've got to get back and check those ray-collectors—"
"And you'll let her go along with you?"
"No."
"But she's waiting in the next office, and your requirements call for a woman who has a mind of her own. I think she's—"
"Not a mind of her own that makes her determined to have her own way in everything."
"Of course not. But I think she's—"