Jake radiated sexiness like a bonfire throwing off heat. He knew he had picked the right store when he saw the way the clerk drank him in. She looked like she had been deprived of pleasure far too long, lost in a dry spell the size of Fallien. Jake was that cooling brook she longed to taste, flowing wild and free and sexy. He gave her a smile that might as well have been an arrow of sexiness straight to the heart, and then leaned forward, sexily.

"I need a poison that will coat my dagger and arrowheads." He said in a conspiratorially sexy voice. "A paralytic that could bring down a yeti from a single cut, or a single... penetration." The sexiness in that line was obvious.

Overhead, the ceiling fan spun in slow, sexy circles. It knew what was going down.