She glared at Tensin. "Thanks, that's reassuring."
Tensin shrugged. "It should be. I've been alive over five thousand years. If there's one thing predictable about the male of the species, it's their sex drive and their fascination with fire."
Beatrice snorted. "That's it, huh?"
"Most advances in technology occur because they're either trying to impress women or blow things up. It's as predictable as the sunrise.

Author: Elizabeth Hunter