"I am a failing father," Michael protested, wrinkling his nose. But it wasn't that important. He let it go, taking another drink. He smiled reminiscently as he reviewed the night he and Aveline had first met. "Couldn't see her face, of course, but she has a sense of humor... and a damn fine body." He had to refill his drink. "Dunno how I feel about her as a person, though. As a fuck, pretty excellent. But I don't really know her, you know?"