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Brows lowered thoughtfully, Roxanne held her coffee as she listened. Magic… sure why not really. Just one more thing to add to the odd things in this city and another research topic for later. God, she was going to have zero free time.

“Pheramones? So like an ant or a bee?” She looked over at him as she sat back, “Like you can smell fear? Must make poker easier.”

Harrison laughed.  “It has to be really strong for me to get anything off a human under normal circumstances.  You humans don’t quite excrete the right signals.  I say smell, but its not quite like I do it with my nose.  There are electrochemical receptors all over my skin.  Which means the longer we play strip poker, the better I get.”  

He gave her a flirty wink and his voice dropped to a velvety purr.  “Direct skin to skin contact is even better.”

“Ah, that makes sense-” Roxanne stopped mid sentence as Harrison, her eyes sliding over to the blue man. God, he sounded so much like Megamind right then. Especially when they were in mid-banter and he’d call her temptress. But the way Harrison said it, he had to be flirting with her… flirting… 

Something clicked in the back of her head, her face going blank, “Oh my god. He was flirting with me.”