“Because I'm terrible with women." I never deluded myself otherwise.

“Wow, well I gotta tell you, kid. I'm kinda seeing why." She straightened out her jacket as she spoke. She took a long, deep breath and ran her fingers through her hair. Then, seeing absolutely no other option she gave a little nod in the affirmative.

“Alright. I'11 go out with you tomorrow night."

“Brilliant! Wear something slinky," I suggested.

She Looked Like she was having a great deal of trouble not punching me in the nose.

“Fine. I'll be here at eight."

“Seven.” I quickly raised the stakes.

“I don't get off work until seven."

“Seven thirty then."

“Alright. Oh and if you think you're getting me to put out then you're really deluding yourself." The warning could have frozen the air between us.

“Yeah, that's fine. I think I've got a handle on the sex part. I just need some experience with everything up to that point."

“You're a really weird kid. I mean, even for a sorcerer..."

“Warlock," I quickly interrupted.

“Right, even for a warlock you're pretty strange.”

“Met many warlocks, have you?"

The casual banter and lack of infernal fire lighting up the room had put her at ease. Well, it put her at as much ease as you can be in her situation. She shook her head at my question and I caught a glint of something that might have been amusement in her eyes that certainly didn't spread outward to soften the severe look she was giving me.

"So, I'll just be going now." She stepped back toward the door.

“Do you want me to pick you up tomorrow?"

“No, I'll pick you up.”

“Can you drive?" It seemed she'd noticed the Lack of cars outside our house.