Yoka nodded, though she didn't admit any more.
Truthfully, she was worried the human would be exceedingly difficult to work with, but she did not let her fears reach her face or her mouth. She read Murphy's medical report and she had even more questions than answers. The only thing that she reassured herself was that she would not experiment on him.
But Andrea's powers tempted her to try.
Only, Yoka promised herself, in an emergency.
Or maybe next Wednesday because Yoka was thinking of the knife play comment she'd made to Andrea earlier. Yoka liked sex, and now that she had a regular partner, she was enjoying scheming and planning for it all the more. She looked at Andrea and, for a moment, she was tempted to ask Andrea some personal questions, but she changed her mind. That would be unprofessional, and Yoka was, relatively speaking, usually, sort of, professional.
Andrea reached her hand out first and Yoka liked the woman even more for that.
She grasped it firmly and shook it once, twice, three times, the magic number.
"You'd be surprised," Yoka said, although she had a feeling that after the next few weeks, Andrea might not be surprised.
"I will be calling on you again, I can assure you," Yoka said, and she released the woman's hand with a smile. "And Andrea? Don't hesitate to let me know if there's anything I could do for you."
Truthfully, she was worried the human would be exceedingly difficult to work with, but she did not let her fears reach her face or her mouth. She read Murphy's medical report and she had even more questions than answers. The only thing that she reassured herself was that she would not experiment on him.
But Andrea's powers tempted her to try.
Only, Yoka promised herself, in an emergency.
Or maybe next Wednesday because Yoka was thinking of the knife play comment she'd made to Andrea earlier. Yoka liked sex, and now that she had a regular partner, she was enjoying scheming and planning for it all the more. She looked at Andrea and, for a moment, she was tempted to ask Andrea some personal questions, but she changed her mind. That would be unprofessional, and Yoka was, relatively speaking, usually, sort of, professional.
Andrea reached her hand out first and Yoka liked the woman even more for that.
She grasped it firmly and shook it once, twice, three times, the magic number.
"You'd be surprised," Yoka said, although she had a feeling that after the next few weeks, Andrea might not be surprised.
"I will be calling on you again, I can assure you," Yoka said, and she released the woman's hand with a smile. "And Andrea? Don't hesitate to let me know if there's anything I could do for you."
