A Deal with An Enemy

"That's not all. I need to spend time with you. I like talking to you, and you don't appear awed by my extravagance as you're reluctant. You don't need to believe it, and I regard that. It's been a long time since I've had any regard for a lady. I, too, happen to appreciate ... a show."

"A show?" She swallowed. She was concerned with the images that played in her brain. Shithead, is this guy a horny alien? Argh!

"I like to observe a lady strip, and that's all I need right now. I need to see you uncover that body to me. Imagine you're strolling on the runway like you did, wearing most of those meager attires."

"Yes, exactly. You're pretty odd for an alien to like strippers. Did you get clubs back on your planet? Are you sure your planet doesn't have a name of Oozing spermatozoa?"

"No, you're twisting what I said," he picked his nose as if annoyed. However, he wanted to bark with laughter at the naughty rounded expression on her face. Such a playful brain!

"You're a strangely alien