"With you're going to sit there, He?" a liquid female voice flowed into his ear.
"With I'm doing it, She," Malloy said, not turning.
She eased around in front of the table. She was red-haired and built, wearing black leotards and a coat of black enamel.
"Your pupils are going to wear me away," the redhead said.
"I've only got eyes. How else can I read you?"
"That is Truth. Tru-u-th."
The counterman set out Malloy's drink. "It's waiting for you, saddle. Don't tease it or it'll bite."
He went for the cola and brought it to the table.
"You came back?" she said.
He pulled up his chair. "I always come back. You can risk money on it. Saddle up?"