The prisoner felt the blood slowly rising in his face. The screen had gone blank, but it had been no accident.
He remembered Loris coming up behind him as he worked on the screen.
"What are you doing?" she asked curiously.
"Sh," he warned. He worked a moment more, then the screen went blank.
"This is one ship that isn't going to have any Security Check for a while," he announced with satisfaction.
"Won't you get into trouble?"
"Probably, but it will be worth it." He grinned at her appreciatively. Loris was wearing a robe of misty green, through which her body gleamed as though she stood in the midst of a soft cloud. Ool shook his head.
"Good thing I turned it off when I did. If some old Security Watcher could see you now, his hardened arteries would probably break into a million pieces."
Loris laughed huskily and stretched her arms above her head. The green mist settled slowly around her ankles. He could remember his vague surprise that the pearly-hued flesh was not cold as she came into his arms, but warm, quite warm—