Jen laughed. "What's the matter, boy? No red blood?" She rolled herself off the end of the bed and went to the dresser. "Another drink?"
"Don't you think you've had enough?"
She shook her red hair violently. "Drinking is as drinking does. Trouble is, nobody's doing anything."
"Exactly. Everybody's acting as if Superior's one big pleasure dome. Civek's on the throne and all's well with his little world. Even you've joined the parade. Why? I don't buy that double-agent explanation."
She was looking in the bureau mirror at the reflection of the top of her head, peering up from under her eyebrows. "I'm going to have to touch up the tresses pretty soon or I won't be a redhead any more." She looked at his reflection. "You don't like me, do you, Donny-boy?"
"I never said that."
"You don't have to say it. But I don't blame you. I don't like myself sometimes. I'm a cold fish. A cold, dedicated fish. Or I was. I've decided to change my ways."
"I can see that."
"Can you?" She turned around and leaned against the bureau, holding her glass. "How do you see me now?"
"As an attractive woman with a glass in her hand. I wonder which is doing the talking."