“What do you have in by mind when you say trade?” Anya asked, having seen enough to know precisely what Sid had meant.
“Don’t know.” Sid replied, acting as if he didn't have an exact idea of what he wanted from Anya. “Maybe your sword or your get-up. There is also the option of doing me a great favor.”
Anya at first acted as if she didn’t know what he was getting at. But then she looked down on her body as if she had figured it out just then. “Oh!” she said. “I get it now. You want to get to be with me.”
“In a way.” He said. “Don’t be surprised. I’m a man! We have needs that only a few type of people can provide.”
Anya smiled. “I’m guessing you don’t get much.”
“Yeah.” He admitted. “I don’t trust prostitutes and not much women are interested in a dirty salvager. But enough of my personal life. If you’d offer to do it with me then I guess I can call it a good trade.” |