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Or maybe he just wanted her to like him for who he was as a person and not his genetic makeup. But how could she separate the two?
"You're also gorgeous and chivalrous."
"Thank you, but that doesn't answer my question."
He was using her own tactics on her, and she had to admit that they were annoying.
Margo didn't know what he wanted to hear. Well, that wasn't true. He wanted her to say that she wanted him, and she did, but if he had any chance of seducing her body, he had to seduce her mind first.
That wasn't what most males wanted to hear, and it didn't matter if they were human, gods, or immortals. She could read the need in his expression, in the way his eyes glowed, but her needs were different.
Margo had to form a connection before anything sparked inside of her and she could feel physical desire, but that took time that most men weren't willing to dedicate to the pursuit.
"I am very interested in getting to know you better, Negal. Right now, all I know is that you are gorgeous, kind, and polite, and that's a great start, but I also know that you are unlike any guy I have ever met, and I can't judge you by the same criteria. You talk about fighting dragons like someone talks about hunting crocodiles, not that I know anything about that either. You are an alien who has been on Earth for only five years, and yet you speak as if you were born in the US, and you can easily pass for a human, that is, until your eyes start glowing and you need to pretend that your nonexistent contact lenses are bothering you."
He winced. "I'm sorry about lying to you. I usually have great control over my eyes and fangs, but with you around, nothing about me is business as usual."
Fangs? Had he just said fangs?
Margo's heart started beating faster, and her hands started feeling clammy. "What fangs? You don't have fangs. Your teeth are normal."
After what Bridget had said about venom, Margo had paid attention to what was inside these immortals' mouths, but all she had seen were normal teeth, some having a little pointier than normal canines, but nothing to cause alarm.
Negal frowned. "Didn't your friends tell you anything?"
"They told me a lot, but not about fangs."
Closing his eyes, he let out an exasperated breath. "Male gods and immortals have fangs and venom glands. It's one more thing that makes us different from humans. When we get aggressive or aroused, our fangs elongate, and our venom glands fill up."
Margo lifted a shaky hand to her lips. "So that's what she meant by venom. I thought that your…you know, was venomous in some way."
"I don't understand. Who said what, and what did you think is venomous?"
"The doctor said that Frankie was transitioning as fast as a teenager, but because she was full of Dagor's venom, it might skew the results of the immortality test. She wanted to wait for the venom to clear Frankie's system before administering the test. I wondered about what she'd said, and since none of you had fangs, I assumed that Bridget meant some kind of chemical that gods had in their you-know-what."
Margo's cheeks felt as if they were on fire, but she hoped Negal couldn't see the color in the dimly illuminated terrace.
His eyes widened for a moment, and then he laughed. "You mean in our semen?"
Margo nodded. "What else was I supposed to think?"
He laughed even harder.
"Don't laugh at me. It was a legitimate assumption." She chuckled, but then it turned into laughter, and she couldn't help what came out of her mouth next, "It gave credence to the one-eyed-trouser-snake phrase."
"A what?" Negal started wheezing and wiping at his teary eyes. "I've never heard that one. A one-eyed trouser snake? Does that mean what I think it does?"
She slanted a look at him. "What else could it mean?"
"Dear Fates." He wiped the tears from his eyes. "You're funny."
She grimaced. "No one has ever accused me of that."
"It's not an accusation. It's a compliment. No one has made me laugh so hard in ages. It's just that…" Negal shook his head. "Never mind." He took a long breath to calm himself. "The you-know-what that our one-eyed trouser snake produces…" He started heaving with laughter again. "It's not venomous in the same way as the venom from our fangs is."
She glared at him. "So, I was right! It is venomous."
"It might have some of the same chemicals in lower concentrations, but I'm really not the person to ask about that. The doctor should know much more about the transition process."
