"Right, then," Balam headed for the dining room, taking a seat at one of the corners of the main table and leaning back in his chair. Waiting for the others, he wondered what kind of statements to make when it came to his turn. I've never kissed a guy, Balam noted pleasantly. There was one. I've never married, Balam thought, then snorted. Somehow he doubted that anyone would take a sip on that.