Howhad he not noticed her sooner? She looked pissed, too, with her lips setin a stern smile. "S-sorry," he stammered and stood up, hoping she'd lethim... get away. "I'll just be leaving now." He was wearing a hang-dog lookand refused to meet her eyes as he shouldered by. Before he could get tothe door, though, she shouted after him."Hold on, sister! We've got to talk." And he froze there with his hand onthe nob as a strange thrill ran through his body. He was suddenly andintensely aroused. Was. “Aww, pretty birdy,” Anja said as she stroked my back.I turned my head to peck at her hand, but it was already gone, a mischievous little smile on her face. I flew a short distance away and then shifted back to my human form before relaying what I’d seen.“I doubt one of them is a necromancer, you usually see the signs of that. They’re either shamans or mages, though the former is more likely. Goblins aren’t the smartest of creatures,” Ben explained.“So how do we deal with this?” I asked,. As with most Dirty Old Men my love for the ladies manifested itself in the way I looked at them; openly and completely above board. No sneaky peeks or surreptitious glances for me, I looked and I appreciated and I didn't hide it one little bit.The other thing I had in common with most Dirty Old Men was that I was a terrible flirt. I complimented the ladies on their looks; I made 'soft' passes at them and jokingly asked them to abandon their husbands, fiancés and boyfriends and take up with me.. *** The aroma from the restaurant clung to the passing breeze, being carried all over the city, making anyone fortunate enough to catch it, run to the restaurant like an undiscovered addict. Word spread fast about the deliciously delectable entrees and the amazing new cook who continually created them. The restaurant was packed everyday, and around lunch time it was nothing to see a small line gathering at the front door, waiting patiently to be seated. He was proud of her, she was talented.