“So it is said,” Farok agreed. “Are you truly a man, then? I’ve heard stories about Face Dancers that . . .” He shrugged. “We are Jadacha hermaphrodites,” Scytale said, “either sex at will. For the present, I am a man.” Farok pursed his lips in thought, then: “May I call for refreshments? Do you desire water? Iced fruit?”
