"Gregg, I told you once a Martian girl goes after what she wants. It is you I want—"
Not for me to play upon a woman's emotions! "Moa, you flatter me."
"I love you." She held me off, gazing at me. "Gregg—"
I must have smiled. Abruptly she released me.
"So you think it amusing?"
"No. But on Earth—"
"We are not on Earth. Nor am I of the Earth!" She was gauging me keenly. No note of pleading was in her voice: a stern authority, and the passion was swinging to anger.
"I am like my brother: I do not understand you, Gregg Haljan. Perhaps you think you are clever?"
"Perhaps."
There was a moment of silence. "Gregg, I said I loved you. Have you no answer?"