"You mean if we'd met under different circumstances? Would you have been good to me? True to me?" Her tone was amused. "If I hadn't been called to capture you this eve, I'd thought about setting myself up as a waitress at your favorite restaurant. I would have been the winsome but down-on-her-luck Lorean, who wears dresses with floral patterns and who needs just one little break to beat the rat race-or a male to save her." She chuckled at that. "I'd planned to serve you pie and let you peek up my skirt."
"If I hadn't known differently, then, yes, you probably would have found yourself with an honorable male who would've been true and good to you."
"They say a lie never leaves your tongue."
"You sound disbelieving."
"Because I am. I've never known a male who didn't use the truth as it suited him, bending it and changing it at will."
"I don't."
"Then tell me, am I everything you'd hoped for physically?"
He did that silent challenge thing with his eyes, then said, "Morally you're not. I hadn't expected to be saddled with one of the most evil females in the Lore."
Omort's words from earlier resonated within her. How disappointed the demon must be . . .
"One of the most? Not number one?" She pouted. "Well, everyone needs aspirations. Interestingly, I've never considered myself eeevil. Just because I occasion' ally steal."
When he scowled at that, she amended, "Or kill someone who gets in the way of my stealing."
"Why do you have to steal?"
She blinked at him. "How else would I get gold? Join the typing pool?"
"Maybe you could do without."
"Impossible. You must have gold." Gold is Ufe . . .
"You're hated by more than can be imagined."
"Do you hate me?" she asked.
"I don't yet, but I believe that it's inevitable."