Sifrin's son or daughter?
With a mother like that, just the thought of it makes it seem like her children would definitely be little homewreckers.
If such children inherited his God-given talents...
Wait! Our future son or daughter?
Does this "our" include me?
Lynn shivered on the spot; even someone as strong as the Near God felt goosebumps all over.
"In your dreams!"
Only realizing it a bit later, Lynn pointed a trembling finger at Sifrin. Not only do you want to get in the door, but you also seem to want to go all the way!
"What's wrong with that? I can't just live in your house for free, can I? You know I'm quite pretty too. With such a beautiful maiden offered up, who's to say nothing unexpected will happen? I need some guarantee, after all."
Sifrin always had thick skin; even when pointed at by Lynn, she didn't blush, instead responding loudly and self-righteously.
