He stared at her. "Suppose I hadn't gotten that emergency message. We were going to come here and drink and probably make love. Would you have gone to bed with me even knowing what you knew?"
"Most likely," she said without emotion. "It would have been interesting to see what sort of biological reactions the Darruui surgeons are capable of building."
A flash of hatred ran through Harris-Khiilom. He had been raised to hate Medlins anyway; they were the ancestral enemies of his people, galactic rivals for four thousand years or more. Only the fact that she was clad in the flesh of a handsome Earthgirl had kept Harris from feeling his normal revulsion for a Medlin.
But now it surged forth at this revelation of her calm and callous biological "curiosity."
He wondered how far her callousness extended. Also, how good her aim was.
He mastered his anger and said, "That's a pretty cold-blooded way of thinking, Beth."
"Maybe. I'm sorry about it."
"I'll bet you are."
She smiled at him. "Let's forget about that, shall we? I want to tell you a few things."