That stopped him dead. He'd gone home with women before, often, hell he'd married a couple of them. But this felt like something else entirely. Somewhere in the back of his concsious something was stirring, and he wasn't entirely sure he wanted to understand what. This was Britannia, New York, the 21 century...but maybe he was right. Maybe he wasn't the only one who-
"Well, if it's good bad Chinese food I think I can handle it," he said, smiling. "And I am pretty decent at lifting heavy objects and checking fire detector batteries and killing spiders on the ceiling. Gonna have to beg off the Victim Channel though. Reminds me too much of my third wife."