“Unless they have explosives,” MeLaan said. “If I lose a spike, you’d better be ready to stick it right back in. And I was serious—this is going to be awful for my clothing.” “You could do it without,” Wayne said hopefully. She thought for a moment, then shrugged, reaching to grab her top. “I’ll buy you new clothing, MeLaan,” Wax said, interrupting her. “We don’t want to make poor Allik fall over dead.” “Actually,” Allik said, “I don’t think I’d mind.” “Good man,” Wayne said. “Knew I liked you.”
