DAMNED IF I YIELD AT THE END OF THE CHASE
This man was too passive, too nice for her barbs to have the intended effect. Min watched him speak with a disgruntled expression, almost disappointed she would not have a fight. Truthfully, that had been her experience with most of the Outlanders; they were generally pleasant, which made the whole task harder.
Ronin surprised her with offering her a drink. She narrowed her eyes. Now he was being too nice, and it occurred to her he could be...romantically interested. The thought was nightmarish.
"...My name is Min. If you think a drink will lead to sex then don't bother." It was easier to tell him now and deal with the initial disappointment (and in her usual experience with men, anger and pathetic whining) then wait until they had spoken for a while and he had gotten ideas. "But if you really do just want to talk. I suppose we could...parlay. Natural and Outlander."
MIN
