"You have no original ideas. You endlessly reiterate your own body on others like some kind of navel-gazing cult leader. Pretty soon the candy-bimbo look will be stale, and you'll just fade away."

Broadmoore endured this wordlessly, her eyes glowing a vivid yellow-green.

Marius sneered. It made him more handsome. "What, you're gonna do your defcon eyes now? Five minutes to minimum safe distance? Whatever. Like you can do anything to me."

Broadmoore felt the glow shift to red-orange.

"See you never, one-hit loser."

Broadmoore ground her teeth, watching Marius go. Then pivoted on her heel and marched to the back of the club, to the considerable relief of witnesses.