"You're young. You have no family, no close friends to protect you. I should take you...."
Diane shrugged, then regretted it as Starbuck's small eyes feasted hungrily on the smooth play of muscle beneath the taut, bronzed skin. "Then go ahead, Harry. But you won't sleep nights, because I'll be waiting and if you do sleep you can forget all about waking up. I mean that, too."
Starbuck was still laughing. "I've half a mind to turn you over to the Robots and let them tame you a little before I claim what I want."
Diane let her voice do the shrugging. "You can always try."
"Must we always argue?" Starbuck demanded abruptly, petulance drawing down the corners of his lips. "I don't want to fight with you. I want to...."
"I know what you want. You can forget it. I'm going to take a walk and maybe do some hunting. If you'll excuse me."
"With a knife."
"I'm not hunting for wild horses."
"I think I'll go with you."
Diane scowled at him, then girdled her knife. "As you wish, but be quiet."