"Ok, so what does this have to do with me?" Cyno looked at her quickly, then glanced away, embarrassment on his face. "Remember when I took yer papers, how I would na touch ya?" "Yeah," Sal said. "Kinda pissed me off." "Yeh. But it's cause I smelled ya." He inhaled, breathing in her scent, and looked up with his indigo eyes. "Ya smell like hope, ya know? It scares me, but I can na get enough of it. It pulls at me, and if ya ask, I'll do it. Does na matter what it is. Ya were an applicant, and I knew when I smelled ya."
