"You wouldn't materialize, would you? You wouldn't...."
"Give the man a cigar, a baby doll and a kick in the pants," Toffee said lightly. "You got it right on the first try."
Marc paled. "But you can't!" he said. "Not now!"
"Can't I?"
"But you mustn't!"
Toffee lowered herself sinuously to his side and leaned close to him. She observed him amusedly through langorously lowered lids. "You're going to see a lot of me, lover," she crooned, "in more ways than one. If you want a word of sound advice, just relax and enjoy it. That way, you won't get quite so messed up."
"Now, don't ..." Marc said thinly. "This is no time for nonsense!"
"This is precisely the time for nonsense," Toffee said, slipping a cool, slim arm determinedly around his neck.
"Don't start anything!" Marc cried, trying without success to disentangle himself. "Let go of me, you thinly-draped hussy."