As we pushed off from the fountain, one of the washerwomen leaned forward, practically spilling out of her dress.
"If you ever get tired of skin and bones," she called to Mal," I've got something to tempt you."
I stiffened. Mal glanced over his shoulder. Slowly, he looked her up and down. "No," he said flatly. "You don't.

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