I looked him over for a second and suddenly it clicked. "Still want me to be mean to you?" His eyes widened. "Yeah?" "Well, come on then." A minute later I had an oversized T-shirt that worked as a dress, a belt to shove my weapons into and a too-large leather jacket to toss over it all. I slammed out into the hall, leaving the guy tied to the desk chair by his underwear. Judging by his expression, he'd just leaned a valuable lesson about screwing with strange women.
