"Now look here," Orion said, folding her arms over her breasts as her formerly fine mood dissipated a little more. "I don't know what kind of person you think I am. I don't even know what kind of person you're used to dealing with, although if Hagar's attitude is any indication it's a damned sorry lot. For all that I happen to be very attracted to her. She's suggested I should find someone my own age but I'm not interested in that. Not that it's any of your damned business but I happen to like Hagar. A lot."
The hunter blew out a breath through her nose, trying to control her annoyance. It wasn't Lot's fault. It was no one's fault, it was just paranoia. "Look, Hope's a nice kid, really, and I'm sure she'll find some nice guy that treats her like a million dollars. I'm not a pervert. Maybe you've got no reason to believe I'm okay, but you've got even less reason to believe I'm that much of an asshole."