"The only thing is— I don't know what type you like. Nedda isn't it."
Hoddan shuddered.
"Nor I," said Fani. "What type would you say I was?"
"Delightful," said Hoddan hoarsely.
The Lady Fani stopped and looked up at him. She said approvingly:
"I hoped that word would occur to you one day. Er ... what does a man usually do when he discovers a girl is delightful?"
Hoddan thought it over. He started. He put his arms around her with singularly little skill. He kissed her, at first as if amazed at himself, and then with enthusiasm.
There were scraping sounds on the stone nearby. Footsteps. Don Loris appeared, gazing uncertainly about.
"Fani!" he said plaintively. "Hoddan? Our guests are going to the spaceships. I want to speak privately to Hoddan."
"Yes?" said Hoddan. Don Loris peered blindly about. He kissed Fani again.