Mel relaxed his stare. “Yeah well, Breeana brings out the best in me, what can I say?” He lifted his drink and took a healthy sip.
“I think she cares for you too,” Kal said.
“Just stop right there. It's not going to happen.”
“Why not? Shit, Mel, why the hell not? If you care for her, and I know you do, why not go for it?”
“Because!” Mel's shout reverberated off the back wall causing heads to turn in their direction. He lowered his voice. “How the fuck do you suppose it'll work, huh? She's a human. Their life span is a lot shorter than ours, but more importantly the life I lead is too dangerous. You know for her safety and ours, she would have to leave everything familiar to her to be with me. Her friends, family, her career. How the hell do you ask someone to do that?”
Kal took a drink of his beer and set it down on the table. “How about you ask her, see what she has to say. And as for the aging difference, you know there's a way.”
“Are you drunk?” He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Kal knew the repercussion. “You want me to ask her to bind her life-force with mine? Are you insane?”
