"I may be," Pandora said, "or I may not. We women are fickle and confused creatures, and I'm only the prototype." She smiled at him, an expression full of playfulness. "Don't brood while I'm here though. I'm all yours right now, isn't that enough? Make love to me, or whisper sweet nothings in my ear, or take a pen and cover my skin in sonnets, but don't brood."