“I happen to like the company of corpses,” Animal said amicably, and he set his fork down, studying her with a frankness that would probably make most women blush. But of course, she wasn’t like most women. Which was why he was sitting here of all places instead of eating in solitude as usual.
“I don’t smell chemicals, though there could be a trace of it if I try,” he mused. “Meat, yes, but old blood. Metal. Meat from a freezer that’s long thawed but hasn’t begun to spoil yet.” He gave her his slowest, sexiest little smile, impish green eyes as he looked up at her. “You smell good enough to eat, is my point.”
He sat back slightly. “What do you do here? And what do I call you?”