Running a hand through his blond hair, the man leaned back in the love seat as if he owned it. “I just feel like I’d hear you a lot better if you were over here next to me. My senses are dulled in this form, you know.” He patted his lap in invitation. “Don’t push your luck.” “Damn.” Whether the immediate rejection affected him didn’t show on his face. The same easygoing smile remained through his cup of coffee.
