He was on his way back to his quarters when he passed Waroun, who, not surprisingly, was thrilled at the prospect.“I’ll reset the course to Rhylos right away,” Waroun said. Sighing, he licked his lips. “I can still taste those Davordian girls. Do you think you could—?”“Absolutely not.” Dax knew precisely what Waroun had in mind. “I’m not going anywhere near that brothel. If you want to look them up, you have my blessing, but something tells me they might go after your nuts too.”“If they can find them,” Waroun said with a smirk.The location of Waroun’s gonads wasn’t obvious to the casual observer, and though it wasn’t information Dax had ever sought, he was well-versed in Norludian anatomy—an unfortunate hazard of spending time with one of the more garrulous members of the species. “They may find slitting your throat appealing,” he warned. “I wouldn’t risk it if I were you.”“Well, you aren’t me, are you? The single most perfect moment of my life—until you had to go and blow it by getting nasty.”“I wasn’t nasty,”
