Jupiter slapped his leg, burst into laughter.
"Good heavens, I'm not in love with her. Why, I'll be leaving Yogol as soon as I can get enough fuel. I couldn't take her with me anyway."
"Oh," said Tabak.
Jupiter's eyes suddenly widened.
"You were speaking Lingua Galactica!"
"Why not? I know it as well as you." They were back in the control blister. She sank into an acceleration chair, smoothed the short black sarong over her legs, raised her eyes to his. A small frown drew her brows together.
"Jupiter, what is love?"
"What did you say?" he asked, not sure that he'd heard her aright.
"Love. There's no such emotion among Yogolians. Sexual attraction, but not love. What is it, Jupiter?"
He gave her a startled, baffled look.